(This is an old post, but I actually had a nightmare about one of these things last night, so thought I’d repost)
There are some things that really scare me. Bees, hoop earrings, woolen underwear, and restaurant spikes. Ok, ANY earrings give me the heebee-jeebees, but that’s another story altogether.
Every time I go to a restaurant, I have the horrible feeling I’m going to slip, and impale my hand on that darn receipt-grabbing weapon. I know it’s absurd, but my hand tingles just typing about it. It doesn’t help that our local diner didn’t spring for the fancy, pretty model you see here. There’s just a chunk of 2×4 with a huge nail pounded through it.
Why do we have to skewer our proofs of purchase? Can’t we count the register with unholy receipts? Would it kill people to put these things in a box?!?! Buy a clothespin man!
Sorry, those things just freak me out…