Return Policy at Stripling/Cox

My ex-husband and I fought constantly, Why I married him, I'll never know.
For all those miserable years, I said…. My hubby has just got to go!

Tried poisoning cakes, stripping his brakes, Salting his pork chops with lime.
Wiring his chair, igniting his hair, Even tho' playing with fire is a crime.

But I failed at each plot 'til I suddenly thought, Of a way that would set me free!
I got rid of him for good and, know what? They couldn't do a thing to me!

I took him back to Stripling/Cox! They'll take anything back you know!
They said they didn't recall selling him, But they must have…. if I said so.

They just credited him to my Visa and said, "Y'all come back now, 'ya hear?"
They were so nice, polite, pleasant and insistent, I took back his mother the very next year!

They'll take anything back at Stripling/Cox, Though it's broken or rotten or too sweet.
And know what else? This time of year, You don't even need a receipt!

So Merry Christmas to all you shoppers, Get in the mood to return all of the junk.
Drive to any store in your neighborhood, Stripling/Cox will even take your bunk.

The moral of this poetry in quite clear, Vowing that our customers are always right.
Showing others that we go the extra mile, A Merry X-mas to all and to all a goodnight !

           (Horace Hooper, As told by my wife Nelda)