You wouldn't accept my store credit because I had supposedly waited too many months to use it--you said it "isn't good for that long." Hey, you fat cow, here's a clue from someone who's done more than enough time in the retail world: Store credit doesn't expire. You already took my money... it's "good" until I'm ready to use it. Since you didn't explain your fucked-up policy BEFORE you issued the credit, and since you were such a bitch, I decided to come back a few days later and help myself to what was rightfully mine. It wasn't easy--your shop is so full of ugly crap, it was hard to find anything worth stealing. When I finally made my selection, the price was twice what you owed me. I took it anyway. And you know, it gave me such a delicious, warm feeling, I just had to come back the next week and do it again. In fact, I've already made my New Year's resolution: I pledge to come in at least once a month and steal the most expensive thing I can carry. Yeah, it's gonna feel so good to slowly run your little shit shop out of business, I'll almost miss it when you're gone. But giving assholes like you what you deserve is a civic duty, and one I take very seriously. Happy New Year, you stupid cunt; may you be gone and forgotten by Christmas '04.

--Anonymous