Freaking amateurs...

When I was in college, we'd go through the dorms and round up the sample-sized shampoos, toothpaste tubes and razors that came free when we bought our books. See, the story was that all these companies would give us travel-sized shit in the hopes that we'd develop brand loyalty.

Want to know how to get college kids to buy your shit? Price it 50 cents to a dollar cheaper than similar products, it's just that simple.

While you might assume - especially given my history - that I was using this to make bathtub meth or something of that ilk, you'd be wrong. We'd use the Residence Hall Association to round up all of these tiny samples, drop them in boxes and I'd take them over to the city's shelters.

When you end up at a shelter, chances are that personal hygiene isn't a top priority at the moment you arrive, if you get the drift.

Long story short is that shelters of all kinds are slammed around the holidays. People shelters, dog shelters, any and all of the above are flush with cash and food from Thanksgiving to New Year's and they have a hard time making the ends meet in June and July.

While you'll feel like a prick turning down donation requests in the winter, trust me - give your money in the summertime and they'll cash your check that afternoon. (Make up a half dozen sandwiches in December if you feel that guilty.)

I wonder if ghost hunters get pissy about people getting jacked up for Halloween because no one pays attention until now. Do you think they pack it in and go on vacation this week, or are they even more excited about dead stuff than usual?

(Photo from DogInc.jp)