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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Lies and more Lies in Truth or Consequences, NM - oh the irony

I am sick of my little town.

I am sick of going to Walmart and seeing a sign on every other bicycle that says "Layaway - all toys (including bikes) eligible".  Then you wheel the bike to customer service and get told "wait over there" while they take care of four other people.  Then they assign another person to help you who rolls her eyes, sighs, turns her back on you and replaces the roll of tape in the register.  Finally scans the bike label.  Has to ask for help.  That person knows nothing, so they ask another person for help.  We are told we have to have the particular label that was on the bike.  We go back and find there are no labels for this bike on the pads on the layaway kiosk - just lots and lots of signs on all the bikes about the general layaway terms.  Signs stating all toys (bikes) are eligible.  Only one bike has a pad of labels.  We walk back to the front and only now are told - oh, ONLY that ONE bike is eligible for layaway.  There goes an hour of my life. Walmart - this is false advertising. Oh yeah, you can do anything you want, I forgot.  Walmart can lie.

I am sick of going to Dollar General on Date street, finishing my shopping, and then standing with another customer - who had a baby with her - at the register.  There is no one at the register.  There are three employees standing in the aisle a few feet away studiously ignoring us.  One of them is berating the other two about "acting in a professional manner".  Apparently, this does not include waiting on customers who are ready to SPEND SOME MONEY at the register.  We wait.  And wait.  And wait.  Another employee walks up right next to us and stocks the candy.  She glances at us then at the other employees and says "They'll be right with you" and walks off.  The other employees eventually finish their conversation.  Glance at the two customers still standing at the register.  Then all three of them TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY TOWARDS THE BACK OF THE STORE.

Very professional.  Yes, I am so impressed. Tell your employees to act professional, then turn around and lead the way in the rush to get away from a customer.  Lie much?

I went to pay my rent yesterday and got berated myself for the garbage in front of my lot.  There is no garbage in front of my lot.  I was told I am responsible for the entire area, all the way to the street (apparently including the city easement).  Fine, but there is no garbage there.  Well, a neighbor complained.  Well, I don't know why, because there is no garbage there, and has been no garbage there - other than the legally approved dumpster that is out there from Tuesday 10 pm or so to whenever they pick it up Wednesday.  Well, says the landlord, you must have moved it.  I did not move the garbage BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER ANY GARBAGE THERE.  Are you complaining about my dumpster being where the City says my dumpster has to be for less than twelve hours once a week?  Really?  Or did you just make something up because you don't like my a)religion, b)dark skinned friends, c)I have no idea what.

FYI neighbor, I am now photographing the front area of my lot every single day with a date and time stamp.  Lie on me again.  And the next time you have a loud party that lasts until 2 am, or your drunk pal staggers to my front door looking for you, or your dog barks all night, or your drunk pal bangs on your door and argues with you on the porch at 2 am, or you start mowing your goddamn lawn at 7 am - I am calling the police.  And if there is another lie about me you will find yourself in court and I will have proof that it is a lie.  You are so much better than I am?  Good - you can afford the lawyer, the court costs, and the settlement.

For my fellow citizens comfort - I never planned to live here full time.  Because of someone else who lied to me, I have been stuck here longer than I ever expected or wanted.  Trust me, as soon as I can get out of this nasty little town, I'll be gone.

And then I'll write about you.


Blessedbe

Summer Foovay


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