Bbqjoe
Banned
I bought a chicken plucker off of ebay for like $40.
Trying to get a rooster ready for the pot. I think I'll use a pressure cooker, although I don't own one, but would really like to check out one of these stove top microwaves, so I drove 50 miles to the nearest getting place.
I went in to buy the pressure cooker, and to my surprise, I was forced to go through a background check.
They checked with TSA, the FBI and the BATF to make sure I wasn't a wanted felon, and also that I wasn't on the no fly list. I’m already on my own no fly list!
I had to give them my drivers license, my birth certificate, finger prints, and my social security number. The form I had to fill out was three pages long, and they even took my picture!
Then they called all the local gun stores and hardwares to see if I had purchased any number of items including nails and black powder.
After 3 hours of interrogation under a hot bright light, they let me purchase the pressure cooker. I wasn't allowed to take it home with me, as there is a three day waiting period. But they did let me have the receipt and the instructions.
After the three day wait was over, I made the 100 mile round trip back to town to get my pressure cooker.
As I was entering the store, I saw a woman walking out wearing a grin from ear to ear. She was carrying a box, and in it was a new pressure cooker.
I was filled with anticipation as I too hoped to walk out the door with a big grin, carrying my own pressure cooker.
I eagerly walked back to the housewares dept, and found a guy who looked like Floyd the barber, or Mr Whipple, although he wasn't holding any scissors, nor roll of butt ribbon.
He took my receipt as I enthusiastically presented it to him. He read it carefully, and called store security as well as the store manager. It took about ten minutes, but they both showed up together.
The store security guard was fully equipped. He had handcuffs, a baton, and what appeared to be a Glock .45 cal pistol in a holster by his side. These things didn't concern me so much, as this is a pretty common sight. But what did raise my hackles was the scary black rifle, with the shoulder thing that goes up strapped to his back. Even of more concern was that we was wearing a bullet proof vest.
Each of them checked my receipt again, and also asked for my ID.
Upon verifying I was actually who I said I was, they led me to the back of the store, and I felt like some kind of shoplifter being led away into detention. People stared and sneered at me as I was being led by these three. I could almost hear the laughing voices in their heads yelling, HA! finally caught that son of a so and so!
Inasmuch as I looked like a criminal being led away, I felt like one.
We passed through the swinging doors at the rear of the store, and I relaxed a little as the weight of their condescending eyes lifted off of me.
We were now in the behind the scenes part of the store, which is also where they store all the stuff they say they’re out of, but too lazy to retrieve
We passed by a few office doors of which most were closed. We then passed what looked like holding cells for the people who think the world owes them things for free, and it was my hope I wouldn’t be further embarrassed by having to wait in one.
We stopped at a rather large steel door, Mr. mall ninja pressed a button, and a few seconds later a slit opened in the door and a pair off peering eyes examined us.
At this point I was wondering why I was being allowed to see all this, and why I hadn’t been blindfolded, or shot with some bat spray to forget everything.
The manager stepped forward, folded my paperwork, and stuffed it through the slot in the door, which immediately slid shut. We waited at least 10 minutes. I now was dying for a cigarette and really needed to take a leak.
The door made a loud clanking noise, and slowly began to open like something out of a dungeon or horror movie. Out came a cart. Not like the normal shopping carts, but more like a cart used in restaurants for busing tables. On the cart sat a box, and in the box was my pressure cooker. With all the hoopla, it felt like Christmas, and I almost let out a little squeal of joy. I really never thought I’d be so happy to see a stupid pot with a locking lid, but oddly enough, I was.
The door slowly closed just as it had opened, and shut with a clang, and the sound of a heavy deadbolt, or maybe it was a bar being placed against the door, made certain this door would not be breached without some magical gnome or something opening it from the inside.
The manager inspected the box, and compared numbers to my receipt making sure everything matched. I was handed the paperwork, and asked to sign at the bottom, verifying I had taken the pressure cooker, and also agreeing that I had no plans to ever be seen with it in any public place including fairs, carnivals or marathons. At this point I would have signed and agreed to anything just to get out and go home for a pee.
I was handed the box, walked to the swinging doors, and asked to exit the store directly through the front doors, not stopping to look at anything, nor talk to anyone.
As I was heading for the doors, I looked back, and could see the security guard had shouldered his rifle, and was hiding partially on an endcap with the barrel pointed in my direction. I felt like quickening my step, but feared if I did it might construe something, and I might end up with a bullet in the back of my head.
I made it through the front doors, and it then hit me why the woman I had earlier seen exiting with a similar pressure cooker had such a **** eating grin on her face.
Free! I was free at last, although I could feel I was still being watched as I placed myself and the stupid pot into the car. I drove away almost feeling like somehow I had just gotten away with something.
I pulled into my driveway almost expecting to be greeted by a swat team, but was instead greeted by my friendly UPS driver, who also happened to look a lot like the janitor off of scrubs.
He handed me a package as I was pulling mine from the car. I set my box on the roof, and as I was signing for my parcel he eyed my box on the roof.
I handed his kindle like thing back to him. He looked at me, then back at my boxed cooker, looked again at me, winked, gave me a thumbs up, and drove off. It occurred to me I could have skipped this whole thing if I had ordered on line, if that was even possible.
I unlocked my door and proceeded to the kitchen table with my loot. I almost tripped over my stupid cat Sammy on the way.
The pressure cooker I placed on the floor being as I already knew what it was, and began opening my UPS box because I didn’t.
Sammy jumped on the table, showed me his butt, then turned his curiosity to the box I was beginning to open.
I pulled out the package, and to my surprise there it was, my super duper rotary cordless drill operated chicken plucker that I had ordered only a day before.
It was sealed in that hard clear plastic stuff that is heat welded all the way around.
Every time I open a package like this, it reminds me of the time I bought a pair of scissors in the same packaging, and the irony that I needed a pair of scissors to get them out, of which the only pair I owned were currently held in by plastic cryptonite which threatened to cut you to the bone if enthusiastically ripped at incorrectly.
I went to retrieve my scissors, and almost stumbled over Sammy who apparently knew exactly where I was going, and was trying to show me the way.
I returned to the table and began trying to free my new super duper rotary cordless drill operated chicken plucker from it’s package. I frustratingly learned that my new scissors probably wouldn’t have been much help in freeing themselves from their previous encapsulation. I don’t remember now how how I got them out, but I think hand grenades and napalm were involved.
Trying to get a rooster ready for the pot. I think I'll use a pressure cooker, although I don't own one, but would really like to check out one of these stove top microwaves, so I drove 50 miles to the nearest getting place.
I went in to buy the pressure cooker, and to my surprise, I was forced to go through a background check.
They checked with TSA, the FBI and the BATF to make sure I wasn't a wanted felon, and also that I wasn't on the no fly list. I’m already on my own no fly list!
I had to give them my drivers license, my birth certificate, finger prints, and my social security number. The form I had to fill out was three pages long, and they even took my picture!
Then they called all the local gun stores and hardwares to see if I had purchased any number of items including nails and black powder.
After 3 hours of interrogation under a hot bright light, they let me purchase the pressure cooker. I wasn't allowed to take it home with me, as there is a three day waiting period. But they did let me have the receipt and the instructions.
After the three day wait was over, I made the 100 mile round trip back to town to get my pressure cooker.
As I was entering the store, I saw a woman walking out wearing a grin from ear to ear. She was carrying a box, and in it was a new pressure cooker.
I was filled with anticipation as I too hoped to walk out the door with a big grin, carrying my own pressure cooker.
I eagerly walked back to the housewares dept, and found a guy who looked like Floyd the barber, or Mr Whipple, although he wasn't holding any scissors, nor roll of butt ribbon.
He took my receipt as I enthusiastically presented it to him. He read it carefully, and called store security as well as the store manager. It took about ten minutes, but they both showed up together.
The store security guard was fully equipped. He had handcuffs, a baton, and what appeared to be a Glock .45 cal pistol in a holster by his side. These things didn't concern me so much, as this is a pretty common sight. But what did raise my hackles was the scary black rifle, with the shoulder thing that goes up strapped to his back. Even of more concern was that we was wearing a bullet proof vest.
Each of them checked my receipt again, and also asked for my ID.
Upon verifying I was actually who I said I was, they led me to the back of the store, and I felt like some kind of shoplifter being led away into detention. People stared and sneered at me as I was being led by these three. I could almost hear the laughing voices in their heads yelling, HA! finally caught that son of a so and so!
Inasmuch as I looked like a criminal being led away, I felt like one.
We passed through the swinging doors at the rear of the store, and I relaxed a little as the weight of their condescending eyes lifted off of me.
We were now in the behind the scenes part of the store, which is also where they store all the stuff they say they’re out of, but too lazy to retrieve
We passed by a few office doors of which most were closed. We then passed what looked like holding cells for the people who think the world owes them things for free, and it was my hope I wouldn’t be further embarrassed by having to wait in one.
We stopped at a rather large steel door, Mr. mall ninja pressed a button, and a few seconds later a slit opened in the door and a pair off peering eyes examined us.
At this point I was wondering why I was being allowed to see all this, and why I hadn’t been blindfolded, or shot with some bat spray to forget everything.
The manager stepped forward, folded my paperwork, and stuffed it through the slot in the door, which immediately slid shut. We waited at least 10 minutes. I now was dying for a cigarette and really needed to take a leak.
The door made a loud clanking noise, and slowly began to open like something out of a dungeon or horror movie. Out came a cart. Not like the normal shopping carts, but more like a cart used in restaurants for busing tables. On the cart sat a box, and in the box was my pressure cooker. With all the hoopla, it felt like Christmas, and I almost let out a little squeal of joy. I really never thought I’d be so happy to see a stupid pot with a locking lid, but oddly enough, I was.
The door slowly closed just as it had opened, and shut with a clang, and the sound of a heavy deadbolt, or maybe it was a bar being placed against the door, made certain this door would not be breached without some magical gnome or something opening it from the inside.
The manager inspected the box, and compared numbers to my receipt making sure everything matched. I was handed the paperwork, and asked to sign at the bottom, verifying I had taken the pressure cooker, and also agreeing that I had no plans to ever be seen with it in any public place including fairs, carnivals or marathons. At this point I would have signed and agreed to anything just to get out and go home for a pee.
I was handed the box, walked to the swinging doors, and asked to exit the store directly through the front doors, not stopping to look at anything, nor talk to anyone.
As I was heading for the doors, I looked back, and could see the security guard had shouldered his rifle, and was hiding partially on an endcap with the barrel pointed in my direction. I felt like quickening my step, but feared if I did it might construe something, and I might end up with a bullet in the back of my head.
I made it through the front doors, and it then hit me why the woman I had earlier seen exiting with a similar pressure cooker had such a **** eating grin on her face.
Free! I was free at last, although I could feel I was still being watched as I placed myself and the stupid pot into the car. I drove away almost feeling like somehow I had just gotten away with something.
I pulled into my driveway almost expecting to be greeted by a swat team, but was instead greeted by my friendly UPS driver, who also happened to look a lot like the janitor off of scrubs.
He handed me a package as I was pulling mine from the car. I set my box on the roof, and as I was signing for my parcel he eyed my box on the roof.
I handed his kindle like thing back to him. He looked at me, then back at my boxed cooker, looked again at me, winked, gave me a thumbs up, and drove off. It occurred to me I could have skipped this whole thing if I had ordered on line, if that was even possible.
I unlocked my door and proceeded to the kitchen table with my loot. I almost tripped over my stupid cat Sammy on the way.
The pressure cooker I placed on the floor being as I already knew what it was, and began opening my UPS box because I didn’t.
Sammy jumped on the table, showed me his butt, then turned his curiosity to the box I was beginning to open.
I pulled out the package, and to my surprise there it was, my super duper rotary cordless drill operated chicken plucker that I had ordered only a day before.
It was sealed in that hard clear plastic stuff that is heat welded all the way around.
Every time I open a package like this, it reminds me of the time I bought a pair of scissors in the same packaging, and the irony that I needed a pair of scissors to get them out, of which the only pair I owned were currently held in by plastic cryptonite which threatened to cut you to the bone if enthusiastically ripped at incorrectly.
I went to retrieve my scissors, and almost stumbled over Sammy who apparently knew exactly where I was going, and was trying to show me the way.
I returned to the table and began trying to free my new super duper rotary cordless drill operated chicken plucker from it’s package. I frustratingly learned that my new scissors probably wouldn’t have been much help in freeing themselves from their previous encapsulation. I don’t remember now how how I got them out, but I think hand grenades and napalm were involved.
