As much as I'm enjoying my new toy, getting it was not nearly as enjoyable. I will break this story up into two parts. I know how pleased everyone was last time I did a 'TO BE CONTINUED.'*
*Hopefully, the sarcasm was noticed.
I bought it from a Best Buy over an hour from my home. I had to travel for unrelated business anyway and decided to get it while I was there. I had arrived 30 minutes before the store was open, so I wandered around some of the other stores to pass some time. I have a tendency to get into trouble if I don't keep myself busy.
|All dogs go to heaven,|
but cats burn in eternal fire
*'Feeder mouse' is a nice way of saying 'snake food.'
Dr. Finklerstein is a python…and he eats live mice. In case you didn't catch that part. Well, he kills them first, and then eats them. So, I am buying a mouse to toss in a cage to be eaten by a snake.
It is very important to the story that you understand that.
I ask one of the employees to get me a feeder mouse and he dashes off. After several minutes, he comes back, hands me a paper and says, "Fill this out and date it."
Without even glancing at it, I started to just give it back to him. I hate when stores ask for my information. I decline to provide it because they don't actually need my info for me to make a purchase. Plus, I don't want to get a bunch of mail from them, electronic or otherwise.
As I start to hand it back, I see the word 'AGREEMENT' at the top. This made me curious. I read the paper and realized it was a disclaimer form promising that I would treat the animal I was purchasing in a humane fashion and would not intentionally let it come to harm.
Let me remind you again that I was only buying this mouse to feed it to a snake!
After reading it, I looked up at the employee. He stared back at me with eyes that clearly said, "I know. Please don't say it."
My eyes pleaded with his, "I want to say it."
He glared back and his eyes spoke with intensity, "Can't you tell I think this is stupid too?"
I furrowed my brow and even shook the paper for effect as my eyes challenged his, "But you're the one who gave me the paper."
He then sighed and gave me a sad look that said, "I can't get your mouse until you sign it" or it might have said, "I hate my job." I'm not very good at reading visual cues. Either way, I signed the paper promising not to harm the mouse.
Despite the fact that he knew I was lying since I had asked for a feeder mouse, he retrieved one for me. I tried to hand him the signed agreement, but he instructed me to present it at the register when I checked out.
As the check out girl was ringing up my mouse, she asked for the humane treatment document. I handed it to her and asked, "You do know that I am only buying this mouse for snake food, right?"
She shot me a look that sternly communicated, "You do know that I only make minimum wage, right?"
I took my receipt and new doomed pet out of the store and headed toward Best Buy. It was time to get my Kindle, but the story of that store will have to wait until tomorrow.
Tune in to our next post for the conclusion to this harrowing tale and answers to the questions:
- Will Best Buy also have asinine paperwork?
- Does the mouse have an opinion about any of this?
- Will Brett continue to communicate with his eyes or will he switch to using a finger?
These questions and many more will be answered in the next post…or maybe not.