Sorry to revive such an old thread... I just did a search for the word cry & this thread popped up first.
Why that keyword, you ask?
Well pull up a chair & I'll tell you why.
I took a measly load to the yard today. Ferrous, some sheet aluminum, some wire too small to ever bother stripping, tv PCBs,... you know: bulky junk.
As I'm waiting to weigh my stuff I glance around at some of the other trucks & their loads. I presume it's socially acceptable to do so at the yard, unlike, say for example: in the restroom.
Lo & behold, next to me I spy a guy with bags& bags& bags of cabling with cat5 connectors on the end. I smirk at his laziness for not cutting them off & getting gold connector price.
Then... (man I'ma cry again...) he pulls out a HUGE....
HUGE...
HUGE bag FULL of ram. THOUSANDS of sticks of it. The scale guy said he wasn't sure what to price it as, but he thought it was 2 bucks a pound. The guy said, "REALLY!!! I got lots more here, too... SWEET!!"
My lunch almost came up.
Should I have intervened? Should I have waited til he went to cash in & surreptitiously handed him my card? As it was, I was speechless.
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