A few weeks ago I purchased our first 'real' pet. Well, I can't say that is true-we had fish several years ago until Lex fed them...bread.
Just in case you didn't know-fish don't eat bread. It's all good, I hated maintaining the fish tank anyway.
Back to my point-hamster warranties. Did you know that when you buy a small critter from Petco they give you a 15 day warranty? Yep. How morbid is that?
Me (at the checkout counter to Lex): I think we have all we need.
Checker: Ok, thank you Ms. Focker.
Me: Focken.
Checker: Oh, sorry. And here's your receipt and warranty.
Me: Warranty?
Checker: Yes, you have a 15 day warranty in case you have any issues.
Me: Like death? (audible gasp from Lex...of course)
Checker: Yes, if anything happens, just bring your receipt back.
Me: Wow...hamster warranties...crazy. So, I have 2 weeks to screw this up. Great.
In case you wondered-she has outlived her 'warranty' and is doing well (the hamster, not Lex).
But...for some reason, the hamster hates me. Kinda wish I would've been able to take advantage of the warranty... Ok, I'm kidding. ...somewhat.
3.03.2009
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