Got a call about the great deal on the Simply Asia noodle bowls on sale this week for .88. The Lombard Ultra had tons on display with $1 peelies attached. woot! Drove up to freaky-deaky land for that and the one-zip rain checks (’cause we all know Ultra never has stock during a sale). Yes, they had tons of the noodle bowls, both on an endcap display and on the shelf. Loaded up the cart with them, salmon and some fruit (for the overage). It was not to be, however.
Cashier says she can’t scan the coupons because they’re for $1 and the noodles are .88 each. Well, they’ve done it plenty of times in the past, but the overage is not that important to me so I take off the fruit and fish. Half way through the sale, the phone rings and someone asks her about the check out. Fatboy comes over and says that I can’t purchase all these. When I point out that there is no limit in the ad or on the display and it’s the last afternoon of the sale, he shows me the ad where it says they reserve the right to limit quantities. So my limit is apparently 12. O k a y, then, pay for the 12 with the coupons, make sure that they subtract a nickel for my bag (goes into tax – fuck ’em) and leave the cart for Fatboy to reshelf.
I’m not really upset or surprised. In the first place, these suckers are nasty-high in sodium (56% mdr) and secondly, the reason I call this Ultra freaky-deaky land is because so many of the shoppers wear those black shrouds that cover them from head to toe. What’s going on in there, anyway? The creep-factor to me is enormous. Let’s just say that I’m deeply suspicious of any religion whose God dictates that says men can wear whatever they damned well please, but women have to follow the Cousin Itt approach to fashion…