I got a pass on a MF shop. It was the cashier. I looked at her tag. Muttered her name into my recorder as I stepped away from the register. Got to the car to turn off the recorder and discovered it had shut itself off as I walked INTO the store.
I vaguely remembered there were five letters in the name and thought there was a double letter in there, like Holly or Jenny. So I reported what happened, that I had looked at it, and gave two guesses what it might have been, told them I had spoken it into my recorder and then discovered the battery had died.
I got paid and they never asked about it. Guess I got lucky.
I HATE when my recorders let me down. Note I said recorders plural. On that day the memory was full on one recorder and it never recorded a thing all day (it has to be plugged into a computer to see it's status, it's a spy pen), and my backup recorder's battery died as I walked into that shop. It was the last of 8 or 9 shops that day.
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I pray it does not occur that the last thing I did before I died was vacuum the house or eat broccoli.