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Petco is a leading pet specialty retailer that carries more than 10,000 different pet-related products for dogs, cats, fish, reptiles, amphibians, birds, and small animals.Petco has more than 1,100 stores in all 50 states.Redeem at any Petco or Unleashed by Petco store or online.No returns and no refunds on gift cards.
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u/Both_Of_Me · 2 pointsr/Random_Acts_Of_Amazon

Before the Godamned Marines get all of the credit.

U.S. Army,medical discharge


Since I'm out of work, some help with the pet costs would be nice.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00BXLVFAO/ref=aw_ls_8_5?colid=15LG4DO389H4A&coliid=I2PBOKC7KBE9WS&vs=1

Ty for the contest.

u/MahDarling · 2 pointsr/Random_Acts_Of_Amazon

I have a couple things to contribute to this, although one is not about me, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. But if you're grossed out: skip #1!!

  1. As a child, I tended to get car sick. Every time we took a road trip, guaranteed I would throw up in/around/on the back wheel of the car. On one memorable occasion, my dad dangled me over the guard rail in Massachusetts. That time was his fault - he fed me Cheeze-its when I complained of a stomach ache. However, I grew out of that by the time I hit 10 or 11. By that point, though, I had thrown up in all the cars we had ever owned, and still had. I might still be able to list them. Anyhow, we recently sold the last car I ever puked in as a child, (I'm 21, for reference) so we have nothing but a crop of vomit-free cars. That said, I had a traumatic nuclear medicine test this morning which left me feeling crappy, so I told my dad (who kindly brought me to the test) that I was super nauseous, so I might have to yell to pull over. He looked me in the eye and said: "Emily, you have not puked in this car yet. Do not start now." I did not throw up in the car after that. I am not breaking that streak.
  2. I go to school near the Canadian border. About 20 minutes south. Because of this, I have an enhanced license. This means my license also functions as a passport to go to Canada and Mexico - I can border-hop as I please. More or less. Because I have the ease of access to Canada, it means I'm probably there once a month or so. This past spring semester, my department at college took some students on a trip to Montreal to tour some FX and game studios. So I tagged along, and had a blast with the other students. Mostly, anyways... One of the other students, let's call him Joe, is an incompetent boob. I genuinely mean that, too. I don't hold any animosity or hard feelings toward the guy, he's just a bumbling dummy, and he generally means well. So if he's that inept in America, picture throwing him into Montreal, a mostly French-speaking bustling city. (Our school is in the middle of nowhere, so's his home town, for context.) The hotel we stayed at had a mechanism where in the entranceway, there were two sets of automatic doors - one would not open until the other closed, preventing a wind tunnel from occurring. When one set of doors malfunctioned, the hotel was forced to open the doors simultaneously, throwing us into a wind tunnel. Joe immediately pipes up with "ah, Montreal, the windy city." A couple who were also walking out with us just swivel their heads to look at poor Joe. I also turned to Joe and said "Joe, that's, uh, not what they call Montreal." (For non-Americans, Chicago is called the windy city.) Joe just cheerfully replied some nonsense and we shrugged. Later that night, we went out to hit the bars. Joe had been harping on about Maple Beer the entire day, bemoaning how he couldn't get it in the States. I'm 90% sure you can get it in the States. Another student and I weren't really sure about going out, since it was late and we were tired, but Joe enticed us by offering to buy us each a drink, so we weren't going to turn down that kindness. We went in, plunked ourselves down and got drinks. Joe found his Maple Beer, quaffed it in about three minutes, and ordered several chocolate-based shots, called Candy Bars. The other students and I were drinking, chatting and dancing our time away, while Joe proceeded to spill two separate shots, coating our table in sticky liquor and chocolate, and licked the table to try to salvage it. Surprisingly, licking the table did not make it better. Joe decided the best way to remedy this was to order more Maple Beer. Now, the other students and I were kind of done, so we closed our tabs, and finished our drinks. We bid Joe a good night, so Joe started to panic. He didn't want to stay at the bar (with another student, we weren't leaving him alone!) so he chugged his Maple Beer and flagged the waitress for the bill. He counted out his few dollars (his tab amounted to about $50) and generously handed the waitress $52, telling her to keep the change. Joe didn't see anything wrong with this. Flash forward to the next morning, Joe is understandably hungover, as we set out to hop on the subway for the day. On the escalator from the platform up to the street at our destination, Joe thought it was appropriate to lounge on the left side of the escalator. Joe, oblivious to the silently seething French-Canadians piling up behind him, starts blathering on about something. Eventually, I had to punch him in the arm to get his attention, and yank him to the right side. "Joe," I asked, "What do you do on escalators?" He looked at me slowly, and I could see the wheels spinning, but I think the hamster was dead, and ponderously said "Uh, I dunno?" So I turned to a mousy little freshman named Matt. I asked Matt the same question. Matt cocked his head, "I'm pretty sure you stand on the right, walk on the left." I gestured to Matt, looking at Joe, and said that this was common etiquette. Joe, puzzled, said it wasn't that way in the States. I'm fairly sure that might just be the small town talking, but we did have to explain that basic etiquette is fairly universal. Poor Joe. He just never quite got the hang of functioning in a city.

    TL; DR: Joe wasn't any better at school either. ^^Holy ^^wall ^^of ^^text, ^^Batman

    I'd love a Maneki Neko & a Petco Giftcard