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It came addressed to me in a plain white envelope with no return address or any other identifying marking. I was about to tear it up and toss it figuring it was either a credit card application or a creditor chasing me, but curiosity overcame me and I opened the envelope. Inside was something that looked like a coupon, it actually said coupon on the card but it didn't say what the coupon was for or where I could redeem it. It was light blue in color with the letters B and J printed in large print in the middle of the card. At the bottom was an expiration date of November 15, 2007.
Aside from the large two letters and the expiration date there was nothing else printed to give me any clue as to what it was for and where I could redeem it. Normally I would have tossed it in the trash, but I figured, "What the hell," and slipped the coupon in my wallet. If I ran across a business that had a similar color paint scheme or used a similar style font I could show them the coupon and see if they recognized it.
Honestly, I had forgotten about it until one afternoon after purchasing some gas I went into the station to pick up something to drink. As I went to pay for the drink I spotted the coupon and showed it to the attendant. He looked at it, gave me a smirk and said, "Yeah, I don't think so."
"Sorry, it's just that it doesn't say where I can use it."
"Well, you ain't getting any BJs here."
Not really paying any real attention to what he had said, I handed him some cash and left with my drink. Still wondering about the coupon, I pulled into a nearby shopping center where I had spotted a coffee shop with a light blue canopy in the front. I went into the store, walked up to the counter and asked, "Do you honor this coupon?"
I was about to explain that I had no idea where the coupon actually went when the cashier leaned out and slapped me. Her action immediately drew the attention of someone who appeared to be the manager who rushed over.
"I'm sorry sir..." he then paused as the cashier pointed to the coupon. He then continued, "Sir I'm afraid I must ask you to leave this establishment."
"But I just wanted to ask about..."
"Listen, this is a family oriented business," he antep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) replied rudely.
"Family oriented? What does that..." I stopped, suddenly realizing what the BJ on the coupon implied. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Just leave," he said pointing to the door.
Embarrassed, I slipped out of the coffee shop and jumped into my car. "Wow," I said to myself, realizing what it seemed like I was asking the gas station attendant. I decided I better be careful about who I show that coupon to.
It was another week before I thought about the coupon again. I was driving past another small shopping center and noticed a shop with a light blue background on their sign and again a similar font on the shop name. It was only when I read the store name that I decided to make a u-turn and pull into the center. I parked the car, got out and then walked into the JB Boutique
Aside from the large two letters and the expiration date there was nothing else printed to give me any clue as to what it was for and where I could redeem it. Normally I would have tossed it in the trash, but I figured, "What the hell," and slipped the coupon in my wallet. If I ran across a business that had a similar color paint scheme or used a similar style font I could show them the coupon and see if they recognized it.
Honestly, I had forgotten about it until one afternoon after purchasing some gas I went into the station to pick up something to drink. As I went to pay for the drink I spotted the coupon and showed it to the attendant. He looked at it, gave me a smirk and said, "Yeah, I don't think so."
"Sorry, it's just that it doesn't say where I can use it."
"Well, you ain't getting any BJs here."
Not really paying any real attention to what he had said, I handed him some cash and left with my drink. Still wondering about the coupon, I pulled into a nearby shopping center where I had spotted a coffee shop with a light blue canopy in the front. I went into the store, walked up to the counter and asked, "Do you honor this coupon?"
I was about to explain that I had no idea where the coupon actually went when the cashier leaned out and slapped me. Her action immediately drew the attention of someone who appeared to be the manager who rushed over.
"I'm sorry sir..." he then paused as the cashier pointed to the coupon. He then continued, "Sir I'm afraid I must ask you to leave this establishment."
"But I just wanted to ask about..."
"Listen, this is a family oriented business," he antep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) replied rudely.
"Family oriented? What does that..." I stopped, suddenly realizing what the BJ on the coupon implied. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Just leave," he said pointing to the door.
Embarrassed, I slipped out of the coffee shop and jumped into my car. "Wow," I said to myself, realizing what it seemed like I was asking the gas station attendant. I decided I better be careful about who I show that coupon to.
It was another week before I thought about the coupon again. I was driving past another small shopping center and noticed a shop with a light blue background on their sign and again a similar font on the shop name. It was only when I read the store name that I decided to make a u-turn and pull into the center. I parked the car, got out and then walked into the JB Boutique