The BoJo Dance

For those counting, today is my hump day.  Yippee.
I did get a measure yesterday.  That's what we're supposed to do. Get measures for flooring installations.  For a moment I was a bright spot.  The dark spot was that the large, home improvement retailer lowered not only 4th quarter expectations, but also their forecast for next year.  Why the drop in sales?  They're claiming it is most likely due to theft caused by the opioid crisis.  That's right, addicts are coming in and stealing hundreds of millions of dollars worth of products...  Now, that's what I call slinging horseshit.  Addicts aren't that smart.  Nope.  Theft is a business.  It's called Organized Crime.  And it ain't going away any time soon.
On the lighter side, I bought some new clips for my cycling shoes... to be more exact, the left shoe.

This pair included little, rubber covers so they don't click - clack like tap shoes when I'm walking around on my hardwood floors.  They also keep me from scratching the floor as well.  Believe me, I've never had any desire to be a tap dancer.
Unlike Boris from the UK, who has no problem shuffling from one routine to another.  He's a younger version of our Idiot Jerk.  And dance?  That man should be on Dancing with the Duds, or what ever the British dance show is called where phonies line up to trot out their lines.  Lie Dancing?  They're experts.  And no, that's not a typo.  I didn't mean to say Line Dancing.  You know he is a agreeing to some crazy deals with our Idiot Jerk that will end up with the citizens of the UK paying through the nose.  But that's okay.  He will pirouette in to a pas de deux with our Idiot Jerk, all the while smiling back over his shoulder to avoid seeing the higher costs his Conservative government will establish.  And those addled fools who vote for him will see their NHS being whittled down to the bone.
Anyway, my route last night was in Canyonville.  A little over 16 miles long.  Not very memorable, so I'm deleting it from my downloaded routes.  No ride tonight.  It's every other night from now on.  That works better for me.  Longer, with a 24 hour recovery period in between.

The Returns Theif

Yesterday there was an incident at the Returns Desk.  First of all, you have to know that the clerks there were very busy.  In this day and age, everybody returns things.  Every day.  Constantly.  Little things and big things.  Nobody wants to pay for something they're not going to use.
Yesterday a customer brought back a large tool box.  He had loaded it on a flatbed cart to make it easier to move.  And he said to the Returns Clerk, "I bought this, and then my wife saw the same thing at Costco for a lower price, so she bought that one and I'm returning this one since I don't need two."  He handed her his receipt, she scanned it, and the box sitting on the flat bed, and he went on his merry way.
However, there was a problem.  The tool box he was returning was large, very large, so large, in fact, it was in 2 boxes, not one.  And it was expensive, over $700.  And he only returned the top, much smaller half.  Of course the Returns Clerk didn't know there were 2 boxes.  Nothing on the packaging says there are 2 boxes.  He kept the much larger, lower half, the one with all of the drawers, and the casters to roll it around.  The Clerk should have questions the $ amount to begin with, that's a lot of money to spend for a tool box that's only 18" high and 4 feet long.  When I asked her about it she said, "but he had a little boy with him."  My response?  "So, crooks are crooks, kids are great decoys."

Anyway, this thief, with a kid, kept the bottom half which he will probably sell for about $200.  Did he know what he was doing?  Of course.  If she had called him on it he probably would have claimed to not know there were 2 boxes, and that he'd have to go home and get the bottom half, and leave with the top half.... and go to another store and try the same trick.  Just think, that kid's going to grow up to be just like him.