…this guy’s balls (both metaphorically and artistically speaking)
“Yeah, the credit card company doesn’t accept penis.”
The only thing about this that surprises me is that he got caught. I often go shopping using my mother’s credit card and signing my name, which is completely unlike my mother’s (different last name due to her remarrying and me not changing). Not once in the last four years of doing this has anyone at the register called me on it, and the credit companies have never said a word or declined a charge because of it.
They don’t look. They don’t care.
(Yes, I use the card with her permission. That’s hardly the point.)
I have a new hero.
On one hand, I do enjoy the ridiculousness of the situation. On the other hand, I can’t help but scorn people who feel the need to fuck with credit card companies, because it’s a completely voluntary system they’ve bought into for their own benefit — screwing with them is not actually anti-authoritarian.
Also, as someone with a history as a register monkey, I can tell you that of course they had to keep the penis receipt, because they need to include it in their pouch at the end of the day to explain the repeat transaction.
If he’s serious about the last part, about making the drawing his actual signature, then he REALLY has balls! 😀
As another register monkey, I can tell you that none of us get paid enough to care all that much. Messing with people at the cash register is lower than kicking a starving, orphan puppy.
Too true, Andrew W. That’s how I feel about prank calls, what with having taken reservations at a restaurant. Hey, morning zoo crew, or whoever: It’s not funny that we believe your crazy story about whatever stupid thing you’re calling about. Why? Because you’re not even the craziest person we’ve talked to TODAY. You’re not even top 3.
As a cashier, I’ve seen people sign with everything, from their name, to somebody else’s name, to squiggles, to (my favorite) somebody holding their small child up and letting them draw a picture of a kitty.
And y’know what? Not only do I not have a problem with it, I find it amusing. Why not? They’re not seriously fucking with the credit card company, since they obviously don’t care, and I think the prank call thing is a bad analogy, since that’s a lot more disruptive. This guy may be immature. He is also awesome.
And that’s the TRUTH, Ruth.
Yeah, I think that the real point here isn’t “sticking it to the man” by messing with the credit card companies OR hassling the poor wage slaves at the cash register. No the REAL point is that those electronic-pen signature box machine things are worse-than-useless pieces of shit, and hopefully by actions like these we can get them pulled from use.
Seriously, my signature, no matter how hard I try, looks NOTHING like my real signature (ie on paper) when I’m forced to use one of these shitboxes.
As above, these things don’t ‘stick it to the company’ or the store or anyone else. They are just an inventive way to have a laugh.
The machines do more to further the illusion that your personal information is secure and protected than they do to secure anything. I think the main reason they exist is to save each register $20/week in pens that people walk off with.
I have definitely signed as dogfood on multiple occasions, despite my name being Dom.
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