Saturday, July 17, 2010

How I Rolled Back Walmart's Prices




(DISCLAIMER: YOU MAY NEED TO READ THIS TWICE TO FULLY UNDERSTAND HOW THOROUGH I WAS)

Free.

Nobody want's to pay full price for anything. Consequently, there's a hustle for everything.

If you need it, get it. Cuz if I need it, Imma get it. If you don't believe me, keep reading.

In Fall 2006, I was a 19 year old student w/ an apartment, a car, and no job. Paying rent and getting the car were easy. I stacked bread that whole summer. Paid 5 months rent up front and cash for the car. I was content. Ballin a lil bit. The refrigerator always had food. My passenger seat always had a young lady.

But after Homecoming (Oct '06) my pockets were thinning. My contacts list wasn't. I couldn't maintain my lifestyle @ the time w/ the money I had @ the time. Around that same time, a friend asked me to take her to return something to Walmart. She didn't have a receipt so they asked her for ID, they typed it in, and gave her a gift card. It took maybe 7 mins. She gave me $5 off the card and I used it @ the Walmart gas station.


It went like this: Return, gift card, gas...remember that.

Rather than waste time explaining my thought process, I'll just say what happened the next day.

Woke up @ like 8 or 9...went straight to Walmart. It was right across the street from my apartment. I looked for the most expensive blender I could find on the shelves and took it to customer service to return it, knowing I never paid for it. The blender was like $47.

Cashier: "Where's the pink sticker? Do you have the receipt?"

(Found out from that statement that those door greeter people also gave out stickers for people returning merchandise.)

Me: "No ma'am. I bought it for my mom's birthday but somebody else got her one too. I threw the receipt away."

Cashier: "Okay. I can't give you cash cuz you don't have a receipt but I can give you store credit"

Me (tryna sound sad): "I guess that's okay"

Cashier: "Can I see your ID?"

I handed her my ID, she scanned the blender and w/ tax it came up to like 52-something. She had to call a manager. Found out that if something is over $50 after tax it can't be returned w/o a receipt. But the manager gave an override.

I got a $52 Walmart gift card for free.

I went straight to the gas station after that. My car only needed $25 of it. Went back inside Walmart and spent the rest on dumb shit like Cup o' Noodles and Frosted Flakes.

But I got a $52 Walmart gift card for FREE.

I went in the house, put the dumb shit I bought away, and got dressed for the day. Wholetime I'm thinking "Return. Gift card. Gas." It was the easiest $52 ever. Of course it wasn't cash, but as a 19 year old college student, $52 went a long way @ Walmart.

I had to do it again.

I went back when I got out of my last class. Figured it would be a new shift by then. This time, I'm one trip smarter. I had a Nextel @ the time and I took the battery out. On the back of the battery was a barcode. I went inside the Walmart and told the greeter I wanted to return it, casually pointing to the barcode so that they would believe it was a Walmart item. They put the sticker on the battery. I pretended to walk to Customer Service then made a sharp right through the isles to the section w/ the blenders.

I repeated the "return, gift card, gas" routine. But this time I had a $44 blender that came up to $47 w/ tax. I still returned it. Still got my gift card.

But my tank was full. So I called my roommate and asked what he was tryna eat for dinner. He said "Steak and shrimp would be ji lovely". I bussed out laughin. I was like "Son...that's somethin I would buy if bitches was comin over". Then he said "Soooo call some bitches over. Fuck is wrong w/ you?"

Fuck was wrong w/ me?

Not a damn thing. So I called this girl and asked her to come to Walmart w/ me and told her I was making dinner later. Walmart is the place to be in NC. And she was a college student too, so she would never turn down a free meal. We went to Walmart, I picked up 6 steaks, a big bag of shrimp, some seasonings, and orange juice.

"Ooooo...you should make mimosas!"

The girl was 21 or 22, I believe. And Walmart sold champagne. So I picked that up too and let the girl pay for it w/ the gift card. I went home. By then my roommate had a girl over there and they were all ready to eat. I cooked. We ate good. The girls pretended to be drunk off the 2 mimosas they had so we took them to our separate rooms...

Knockdown.

In one day, I got over $90 worth of Walmart gift cards and made a healthy contribution to my gas tank, my stomach, and my body count.

Walmart only let's you return stuff w/ no receipt three times a year. I was already @ two. So I called the same girl and asked her to come to Walmart w/ me about a week later. She returned a blender, used her ID, and got the gift card.

Got that off her immediately.

Repeated this process w/ different females and @ different Walmarts in the Greensboro area for the next 2 years. Probably filled up my tank AT LEAST 15 times for free. Took trips from Greensboro to back home w/ free gas. Ate steak and shrimp, eggs and waffles, Digiorno's pizzas, Coronas...anything me or my roommates wanted...for FREE. One time I made spaghetti, fettucini, and veal just because it sounded tight...I don't even fuck w/ baby cows like that.

Never gave bitches a penny off the gift cards but my female friends got blessed w/ a few dollars or some food for their dorm.

Walmart got hip somewhere w/in that 2 years. Instead of giving pink stickers, they started scanning the stuff and putting sticker labels on it. That means the Nextel battery trick wouldn't work.

I got around that. Don't even feel like explaining how. And by the time they made that policy change, I was already working again so I didn't need to do it as frequently. When I did need to do it, I did it.

I've never told this story to anyone other than people I TRULY fucked w/. I couldn't risk everybody doing it and Walmart getting completely hip.

But yea...that's how I rolled back Walmart's prices.

Monday, July 12, 2010

A Letter To A Body I Can't Remember...

Dear Courtney,

Or Crystal...I don't remember.

I'm pretty sure it was Courtney though cuz I don't believe I've ever fucked a "C" Crystal...only "K" Krystal and "K" Krystle. Lol if you're reading this, wassup Krystal? And if you're reading this, fuck you Krystle...weak pussy havin fluffy faced bitch.
I've digressed.

Anywho, I don't remember your face. I hope you were cute though. Just
for my credibility's sake. My man said you were badd so imma just go
w/ that.



All I know for sure is that w/ you, I had the best sex I ever didn't
remember having. I mean, I remember having it...but its all vague. My
most vivid memories are you falling off the bed mid-dougie and the
bomb ass head that made rounds 3 and 4 possible. You honestly deserved
head in return, but @ 20, I wasn't rockin like that.

You were phat as shit too.

I was so proud of myself watching you get up the next morning and
putting on those jeans that made me bring your ass home in the first
place.

God bless those jeans.

Oh, and I remember that "Orlando" tattoo on your lower back.
*snickers* Yall still together?

Once again...I digress. Back to those 4 rounds.


Thank you for forgiving the tap out in round 1. It had ummm...been a
while or whatever. And I wish I could remember enough about the other
3 rounds to truly tell you how great you were.

How do I know you were great if I don't remember it?

I had a 3 pack of condoms that night. I found 2 in my trashcan the
next day and one somewhere in the vicinity of the trashcan.

But there were 4 rounds.

...I got tested. We're good.

4 rounds means I was tryna prove a point. Mainly I wanted to see if my
aim was good enough to land 30 million X and Y chromosomes on that
"Orlando" tattoo. But I was out of juice. That last nut actually hurt.

Maybe you weren't that great. Maybe I'm just associating the bomb ass
head w/ the intercourse. The head didn't even make me cum though, so
idk.

Why me, Courtney? Yea we were drunk, but I was still relatively sober
when you asked your friend for permission to leave her. You were
talkin all that shit and you wanted her to stop you.

She didn't.

You said I would fuck you and never talk to you again. I did talk to
you though. Despite the fact that I let you leave my house w/o getting
your number.

You didn't even offer your number. Guess Orlando wouldn't have liked
that, huh? Lol you a wild chick.

I still got them digits though. Found out you were a lil popular @
WSSU. We spoke briefly the next semester before the Aggie-Ram game but
circumstances prevented me from seeing you the day of.

Its all for the best though.

Best case scenario: We would have fucked again, I still moved back to
MD, and you become just another FB friend and a place to stay if I'm
in NC and you don't have a boyfriend.

Thanks anyway Courtney.

You're the body that I can't remember but I'll never forget.

Andre.