Terry and I spent yesterday not having fun. And that was no fun at all.
We’ve been to Las Vegas before and had fun, but Greg and Jan White were with us. Greg likes to drive and I don’t like all the crazy traffic here, so I got to sit back and play passenger. Here by ourselves, we have to do the driving, and it’s hard to rubberneck when you have to keep your eyes on the road to keep from running over the guy ahead of you, who’s busy rubbernecking, too!
But Greg decided to be selfish and have a blowout on his motorhome a month ago and they have been hanging out in Prescott, Arizona waiting on repairs ever since. A real friend would have rented an RV to come keep us company until their rig is fixed.
It seems like there’s a scammer on every corner in this town, but I ran across a new one yesterday. We were out running some errands and stopped for gas at a convenience store on Boulder Highway. I paid at the pump with my credit card, but when the tank was full and I pushed the button for my receipt it said to see the cashier. That happens sometimes, and it’s inconvenient, but life goes on.
But this time around I had a new experience. The young lady in the store printed out the receipt, set it on the counter and said “That will be one dollar.” I thought she was joking, but she stood there with her hand out. I asked her what the dollar was for, and she said it was company policy when they had to print out a receipt. I asked where that policy was posted and she said it wasn’t posted anywhere, it was just company policy. I told her it was my policy not to pay for a receipt when I make a purchase and picked up the receipt and started to walk out. She repeated again that I owed her a dollar and I told her to call a cop. So far no SWAT team has busted down our door, so I guess I got away with my failure to pay.
Terry said the girl was probably just running her own little side business while on the job. Probably so, but it’s not working on me. I was born in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t last night.
Of course, scammers aren’t exclusive to Las Vegas. I heard from somebody the other day who made a deal on a motorhome at a dealer back east someplace, and when they went to take delivery, the dealer had tacked on an $850 fee for doing the pre-delivery inspection, also known as the PDI. The buyer asked me if that was a legitimate charge, and I suggested he tell the dealer to stick it or he’d walk away.
A pre-delivery inspection is to make sure the vehicle is in proper working order and safe to operate. Doesn’t every business do that? Isn’t it part of their obligation to their customers to be sure that what they sell is in safe working order? Should we pay extra for that? I don’t think so! It’s part of the expense of operating their business and not the customer’s responsibility to pick up. If they can’t price their product at a point where they can cover expenses and make a profit, maybe they should not be in business.
Thought For The Day – I don’t do drugs and I don’t drink. At my age I can get the same effect by standing up too fast.