The ever-groovy Marn, over there, is also raising funds for breast cancer research. Entirely different beneficiaries, mind you, and she is running whereas I am walking. But still - if you don't donate to the cause on my page, please donate on hers. It will all end up going to the people who need it.

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So apparently I need to explain the concept of a Beef Dip sandwich to a few folks over at the local Subway sandwich shop.

I had to go back to the evil Wal Mart* (hi Mr. grimm! And happy birthday, by the way.) during my lunch hour (*gasp* Lunch twice in two days! This is practically unheard of) to return something. I decided to pop in to the Subway right close to Wal Mart, in order to get one of their Big Beef Dip sammiches, which I very much love.

I get my sammich, no problem...except that they didn't give me the dip part of the beef dip. I of course told them they'd forgotten my "au jus". Well, turns out they were out of au jus! Uh...might you have told me this when I placed my order? Because what is a freakin Beef Dip without the Dip part??!!

And why should this kind of question even come up?

Customer service is such a lost art.

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Oh and hey, ya'll. Go and give that great guy, sooner, a helping hand of support, will ya? He's having a rough time. I have no idea what to say to him that will make him feel better (which is why I have said nothing), but you all are much smarter than I and I am certain you'll come up with something.

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*In relation to the Evil Wal Mart: I completely concur that Wal Mart is evil...it's just that it's a necessary evil, at least for me. I know this chain of huge discount stores has meant an end to many a Mom and Pop store and, further, has contributed greatly to the disappearance of "Main Street, USA." The old concept of going downtown to shop in your local neighborhood is pretty much a memory these days, sadly. A lot of neighborhood charm and flavor has been lost over the years.

That said, I am a single woman who sometimes has to count her pennies. I just can not justify spending literally twice as much money for the same hand lotion as I would pay at Wal Mart. Plus, my daddy works for Wal Mart and has company stock. I really should support his retirement fund while I am saving money. So I do.

But believe me when I say that I have a love/hate relationship going on with Wal Mart.

Peace out.

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