Davezilla: Clean Humor, Filthy Comments

I’ve decided I really like the U-Scans at the grocery store because they still card me for beer.

Image via the indomitable Mister Arthur

Jason Macemore and I had lunch at a local Greek restaurant. When we left to pay, the woman in front of us was using one of those keyring discount cards. She must have had 70 different cards crushed on her keyring, like some grotesque, spiraling flower made of laminate and barcodes.

This is a tribe. People who clip coupons, collect discount cards and apply for every type of discount known to man, even when it means shopping at a store they normally wouldn’t, just to get the discount. Thoughts?