Originally Posted by cardinal woosley

my rule for finding shit was this.
i would hold onto the item untill i heard from the customer
if the customer was a cock (most were) and blamed me for their forgetfullness, i would feign ingnorance and throw their shit in the garbage.
immature? for sure, but i got sick of being shit on by every other customer.
my crowning jewel was some dale ernhardt skank who forgot about 100 cds in her sunday drop car. monday a.m my prep found them first thing, i put them in my desk drawer and waited for the phone call.
the phone rang i picked it up and the first thing i heard was a shriek from the customer, blaming me for her misfortune. I politely said i would look for them, hung up the phone, flipped thru the cd case to see if any were worth claiming (the were all garbage, travis tritt bullshit), and immediatley dumped the whole pouch in the trash. then i called her back and said i couldn't find them. of course she was even more furious, i felt a great sense of satisfaction.
treat people decent, and you shall recieve decent treatment. shit on people and you shall be shit on.
this was yrs ago and it still brings a sense of satisfaction to my mind