Complaint Review: Piggly Wiggly

Rip-off report can verifie who writes reports I am not none of these people.

...just stop it now. I can't believe some of these people believe these stories. Can you believe it Leonard/Peter. I think you're Charles as well. It's getting to obvious now. You're too funny, though! I know you're getting your kicks by this, and I can't believe how many people take you seriously. I love the mud wrestling advise you gave Chrissy and I , again, you're too funny!

...just stop it now. I can't believe some of these people believe these stories. Can you believe it Leonard/Peter. I think you're Charles as well. It's getting to obvious now. You're too funny, though! I know you're getting your kicks by this, and I can't believe how many people take you seriously. I love the mud wrestling advise you gave Chrissy and I , again, you're too funny!

...just stop it now. I can't believe some of these people believe these stories. Can you believe it Leonard/Peter. I think you're Charles as well. It's getting to obvious now. You're too funny, though! I know you're getting your kicks by this, and I can't believe how many people take you seriously. I love the mud wrestling advise you gave Chrissy and I , again, you're too funny!

...just stop it now. I can't believe some of these people believe these stories. Can you believe it Leonard/Peter. I think you're Charles as well. It's getting to obvious now. You're too funny, though! I know you're getting your kicks by this, and I can't believe how many people take you seriously. I love the mud wrestling advise you gave Chrissy and I , again, you're too funny!

Now, I've never heard of such a thing ! I started to think this thing over, but then I remembered that we only got 1 handicapped space here in Mayberry. Wouldn't hardly be worth the trouble, would it ? Old Ben, down at the general store, is the only handicapped person here, and he usually gets along pretty well on his Hoveround power chair. Aunt Bea wanted one of them, but being paid a civil service wage, I could only afford a walker. By the way, has anyone seen Otis lately ? I'm beginning to think that he's done gone and pickled himself. You all come back, now, ya hear ?

Now, I've never heard of such a thing ! I started to think this thing over, but then I remembered that we only got 1 handicapped space here in Mayberry. Wouldn't hardly be worth the trouble, would it ? Old Ben, down at the general store, is the only handicapped person here, and he usually gets along pretty well on his Hoveround power chair. Aunt Bea wanted one of them, but being paid a civil service wage, I could only afford a walker. By the way, has anyone seen Otis lately ? I'm beginning to think that he's done gone and pickled himself. You all come back, now, ya hear ?

Now, I've never heard of such a thing ! I started to think this thing over, but then I remembered that we only got 1 handicapped space here in Mayberry. Wouldn't hardly be worth the trouble, would it ? Old Ben, down at the general store, is the only handicapped person here, and he usually gets along pretty well on his Hoveround power chair. Aunt Bea wanted one of them, but being paid a civil service wage, I could only afford a walker. By the way, has anyone seen Otis lately ? I'm beginning to think that he's done gone and pickled himself. You all come back, now, ya hear ?

Now, I've never heard of such a thing ! I started to think this thing over, but then I remembered that we only got 1 handicapped space here in Mayberry. Wouldn't hardly be worth the trouble, would it ? Old Ben, down at the general store, is the only handicapped person here, and he usually gets along pretty well on his Hoveround power chair. Aunt Bea wanted one of them, but being paid a civil service wage, I could only afford a walker. By the way, has anyone seen Otis lately ? I'm beginning to think that he's done gone and pickled himself. You all come back, now, ya hear ?

I lived in a very small town in Vermont, on the Canadian border by the border crossing station. There was no high school, no market, no dentist, no doctor, no bowling alley, and no alley of any kind. No two buildings were close enough to form an alley between them. There was no post office. A truck would simply pull up to the town line and toss out a full mailbag. It was up to us to go down to the edge of town and rummage through the bag ourselves. The only thing to do in the winter was to ram around on snowmobiles till somebody decapitated himself on a barbed wire fence.

Our entire economy was based on a drive-thru liquor store. The entire town worked there. Six generations of the Ving family worked there. We were the last stop for American booze before crossing into Quebec and having to deal with all of the provincial bull-crap of Canada. Most of our customers were drunk off their asses by the time they got to our town since they had started drinking at their origin which was usually Boston or NY, and it was really cold and they couldn't walk so our drive-thru was a really lucrative business.

However, the Canadian government petitioned the state of VT to stop the drive-thru liquor sales. They claimed that 90% of the DUIs in Quebec involving Americans implicated our drive-through liquor store. At first, our Governor told the Canadian Prime Minister to go fry his a*s, the drive-thru liquor store would never be shut down. However, the PM warned that if it wasn't shut down, he'd boycott our number two export after drunk drunk drivers - Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

Our Governor had no choice, we had to close the drive-thru window. We knew we'd lose tons of business because most of our customers were too drunk to walk from the general parking that was a mile away from the store. There was however 25 handicapped designated spaces in front of the store. A federal law required that a town with population of less than 10 have at least 25 handicapped parking spaces in front of each building.

The land between the store and the general parking was protected land where black bears lived. So the few customers we did have who parked and walked were mauled to death by black bears.

Knowing that one of Vermont's largest employers could under, the Vermont legislature acted quicky and enacted a law that would allow alcohol impaired drivers to park in the handicapped spaces for $5 and allow them a short walk to the store.

The money that is collected is now the state's number one source of revenue. Last year the state collected 200K. More than 10 times the amount collected in income tax and property tax combined. And of course, people missing limbs who are truly handicapped can still park free.

Yes they can charge a premium to use the handicapped space, and they have been doing this for some time now. It is $1.50 if you have a handicapped permit, and $9.99 if you are not handicapped but just don't feel like walking too far to get to the door. This is especially popular among the more obese customers. My suggestion is to establish a tab with the store manager. When he sees you coming he adds a mark to your tab, and at the end of the year sends you a bill for the entire parking fee accrued. That way you don't have to pay every time you park. The manager takes cash, check, credit cards, travelers checks, and sometimes even barters with you (for example, live chickens, baby lambs, old tires, moonshine). Try to work something out with the manager, he is a reasonable fellow.

It's probably not legit. But then, I could say the same thing about your report, so who knows.