because talking about feelings sucks...

I write one bad check at Wal-Mart -- which will here-to-for be known as "I fucking hate them, those boy scouting, I'm-here-to-police-the-world, chain of rat bastard stores!" -- for under $10 because I was up shit creek without a paddle AND I didn't know the check was gonna bounce because, like I said, I was up shit creek without a paddle and now I have to take a bad check resTITtution class. So here's my question: does anybody have ANY idea what one of these clASSes is like?

The only info I'm getting from my searches is help for the poor, poor victim (yeah, I *really* feel bad that the "I fucking hate them, those boy scouting, I'm-here-to-police-the-world, chain of rat bastard!" stores had to wait a few extra weeks to get their money). So far, the best explaination I got was, of course, from the very first site I clicked on, from some blogger that had to go to one where they had to sit around and share their feelings and crap and then at the end they got a stupid diploma to like, make them feel all better about themselves - if I have to sit through 4 and a half hours of group therapy I'm gonna have to kill a bunch of people! ...Which I've always wanted to do, actually. Butt I'm NOT looking forward to this anyways and if this is gonna be some touchy feely crap that is low on facts and high on feelings I want to know now!

Please, somebody tell me that they went to one and that they're not really that bad! I don't care if they're boring as hell and your butt falls asleep just listening to the teacher drone on. But not the feelings! Anything but that!

[email] wrote:

So why were you at Walmart? The nachos suck there. The music sucks there. It's hard to think of anything that doesn't suck there. In fact, I think we can say that it sucks more than anything that has ever sucked before.

You wanna know why I was at Wal-Mart? Because despite the fact that I normally avoid them like the plague and hiss and boo everytime I drive by one was that I was suck in the middle of NOWHERE without cash and the only place available was that stupid Wal-Mart!

But I've learned my lesson--again! Wal-Marts are the portals to hell and an evil abomination that must be stopped at all cost! Now please, tell me that's it's going to be okay and that I'm not going to wind up hitting some helpless shmuck over the head with a foam bat over a grape lollipop!

Er...uh, unless I want to...I mean, that does sound like fun...

[email] wrote:

HAHAHA LMAO! Good description! I love it! ;-D

Writing bad checks *is* a crime (if you do it knowingly - and have a pattern of doing that) but many ppl do that accidentally some times and I've never heard of something like that class you have to take. When it happens to innocent ppl, usually you just have to pay a bounced check service charge to your bank...and also some businesses will charge you a penalty too.

This sounds like Wal-Mart actually filed charges against you for this? And your state is making you take the class (in lieu of facing criminal charges)? Is this what's going on? If so, I had no idea that Wal-Mart could be so evil.

:-O

Yes, they can be that evil. I absolutely am NOT in the habit of writing bad checks, butt there is no minimum amount of times before they can prosecute and no minimum amout that you can owe --like $5 or $6-- to be PENALized and CRAP-mart is exactly the kind of store that cracks down on "people like me" to discourage that sort of thing....I think they're called loyal customers. Californication is one of the states that allows criminal charges to be filed by the "victim" privately, so my only options are 1) jail, or 2) a class about writing bad checks (or feelings about writing bad checks, I'm not sure which). Apparently many people feel that this is a violation of rights and have sued over this kind of set up but it's still being fought.

If KT, or anybody else for that matter, want to pimp slap Wal-Mart -- any Wal-Mart, you know they all deserve it for sucking so much -- I would totally, you know, like, do it with you, providing that there were pictures or video tape I could look at of said pimp slapping experience.

Hey, baby, see, if you were hanging with a smooth G like King DiamondClad Turd, you wouldn't have such problems, as I would pimp slap that Wal-Mart manager for disrespecting you, take you out for an evening of the finest nachos and Dom Perigone you've ever had, then to my crib for a nightcap after a stop at MaxiMart for their best bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. Only the best for you, baby.