Sam’s, Dream’s

So over the weekend I made my first return trip to Sam’s since the debacle of two or three weeks ago where I got to stand and wait in line several times thanks to the door checkout police catching an error the clerk made.  While I was grabbing my normal items I thought I would be nice and surprise Ali by picking up a small, cheap Ipod Shuffle that she wanted for running.  They had three colors available, silver, green and purple.  Ali normally likes neutral colors so I picked silver.  When you buy an Ipod at Sam’s you don’t actually get an Ipod, you get a piece of cardboard that represents an Ipod.  They don’t trust their customers enough to have the actual merchandise on the floor so instead you wait in line to check out and then you pay for the piece of cardboard and THEN you go over to the customer service desk wait in ANOTHER line and then you exchange the cardboard for the real thing, stupid.  So I muddle through the process, go to the customer service desk with my cardboard and hand it to clerk.  She opens the locked cabinet and is digging through the boxes forever looking for a silver Shuffle.  They don’t have them.  The woman complains that they should pull the cardboard on the shelves if they don’t have any.  I told her there were at least 20 of the silver Shuffle cardboard’s out on the shelf.  All they had left were purple ones.  Ok fine, I’ll take purple.  Well although they are the same price, they are different items numbers so she has to credit the silver one and then recharge me for the purple one.  I knew I couldn’t get through a Sam’s trip without some sort of headache.  Oh the best part, when Ali was doing the bills she noticed that they credited me the cost of the silver shuffle but did not credit me the tax on it.  Then when they re-rung the purple one they charged me tax again, double dipping me on tax.  Of course I was annoyed but I didn’t feel like making a trip to that f’ing store for $2.81. Idiots.

I had another bizarre dream last night.  I was at our old house in Gouglersville with my dad.  He was having a dump truck load of huge boulders delivered.  The dump truck backed up towards the front of the house and started dumping but he was too close.  The boulders started piling up and eventually were pressed against the window and cracked it.  I run out the front door and start screaming at the driver to stop but he keeps on dumping , ignoring me.  The guy starts to drive away and as he is slowly pulling away he adds insult to injury by knocking over a big fish tank filled with fish at the corner of the driveway.  (no it doesn’t make sense)  So I see the aquarium on it’s side with fish everywhere struggling to breathe.  I run up and start to try to scoop the fish up and put them back into the tank into what little water was left in it.  As I was doing this I looked up at the truck driver whom had the window rolled down, and yelled “You really f’d this up good a-hole” 

 Well the driver didn’t take kindly to my verbal abuse. He reached over to a shelf next to him and grabbed bottles of various cleaning chemicals and started squirting them all over the fish, laughing as he did it.  I lost it.  I abandon the now poisoned fish and jump up on to the cab, rip open the door and grab the guys shirt with both hands and pull his face 6 inches from mine.  I am boiling with anger.  I head butt the guy violently and the dream ends.  Bizarre.