Just when you think the only ones who win the lottery are crazy people somewhere else, think again. Unbeknownst to me, my recent Tackle Warehouse order could have turned into a serious payday.
Read on because this not some promotion. This actually happened.
Still there? Good. To me, one of the best things to come out of the Internet is Tackle Warehouse because they have just about everything I want, they get it to me fast and at a decent price. Who could ask for more than that? Living in California is especially nice because their Golden State overnight shipping is free. Order one day and the next morning, it’s at your front door. It has a real Jeff Spicoli, head rush feel to it, i.e. “All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, my tackle order tomorrow and I’m fine.” No matter where you live, it’s pretty much instant gratification.
What Tackle Warehouse didn’t realize was just how “instant” and “gratifying” their service could be.
If you’ve noticed, thebbz.com is offering a five percent discount on every Tackle Warehouse order. That is, if you come here first and then enter the Tackle Warehouse website, five percent of your total purchase is automatically deducted from the price, which is exactly five-percent more than any other website. Why? Dude, do the math. But, after the other guys read this, their policies will probably change so as not to appear greedy or as Spicoli might say, “bogus”.
Anyway, up until a day or two ago, thebbz.com discount was working quite well. I bought some stuff and saw the discount added at the top of my order. What I didn’t understand was this: Tackle Warehouse created the five-percent discount tab exactly as they would for any specific item of tackle, including the little arrow key for quantity.
Following me? Yeah, that’s right, you could click on the quantity key next to the five-percent discount tab and effectively jack up your savings to the point where Tackle Warehouse would be paying you for taking the stuff off their hands. Then, if you had no conscience whatsoever or some past due bills to pay, you could keep clicking until Tackle Warehouse got tired of crediting your account. It was the slot machine of your most wicked dreams.
Fortunately, a friend of thebbz.com saw it before things got out of hand and before I had to make one of those pesky “moral compass” decisions. You know, the ones between right and wrong.
Without question, I could use some new rods and I always have a place out in the old man cave for, let’s see, every piece of fishing tackle ever invented. You owe me Tackle Warehouse.