A Truly Hanging Chad

During the holiday trip to Florida (as referenced below) there were a few trips to various places to shop. Yeah, to shop, even though it was smack dab at the eleventh hour of the holiday season.

At one point we bought something at Costco [1] which we later had to return. By this time we were between Christmas and the New Year, and one would think Returns would be a nightmare! But no, it was a simple, smooth transaction.

At the Returns area we were waited on by a Costco employee fellow named Chad.

CHAD!

There we were in South Florida. Palm Beach County, to be exact. Yes, the very same county where elderly Jews may have voted for Pat Buchanan [2], or other such election fraud and related bullshit which gave us the end result of that fratboy [3]being anointed our next President by five of the nine Supreme Court justices.

But back to Chad.

Funny enough, it appeared at first, to be assisted in our return, by a fellow named Chad while we were in Palm Beach Co., FL. Then, as Chad awaited a fellow Costco employee's arrival to inspect and accept our returned item, one of the other fine folks at the Costco Membership area ambled over and posed a question to him.

"Yo, Chad. Whatcha doin' fer New Year's Eve, man?"
"Oh, nothin' special," replied Chad, "just hangin'"
Yes, we experienced our own HANGING CHAD in Palm Beach County, Florida.