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Limit of one Coupon Per Purchase: This does not mean per transaction, but per item. In other words, you may use one manufacturer coupon per product. If you have five products and five manufacturer coupons, you can use all five coupons in the same transaction. Void if Copied, Sold, Exchanged, or Transferred: It turns out that there is a lot of fraud with coupon use from consumers, cashiers, stores, and clearinghouses see below for the role of clearinghouses in all of this.
One of the ways that consumers fraudulently use coupons is by scanning them and making copies on glossy paper that look like the originals.
Coupon does not expire, but cannot be reused. Or maybe it's a surprise. Gilligan grinned smugly and she rolled her eyes. Gilligan waited patiently as she crossed the space between them and then carefully sat down on the hammock beside him. It sounds like some of these extreme couponers might also be extreme. Mary Ann decided to make this a good game and abruptly turned left at a big pineapple bush. Howell's old black blazers, the Skipper's ancient skinny necktie pulled from the depths of his sea chest, and sunglasses, skidding to a halt wherever danger lurked, squinting behind his dark lenses and almost always saving the day.
Another question with this fine print is whether or not it is legal to sell your coupons on sites such as eBay? It is illegal to sell something that has no cash value. So how do people and auction sites such as eBay get around this? Clipping coupons and selling them takes time, and so people actually sell their time as a service rather than sell the actual coupons themselves. EBay coupon auction listings typically include a statement that specifies that the coupons are free and the bidder is paying the seller for the service of procuring, clipping and compiling the coupon sets. Most coupons have instructions to not allow the doubling of their coupon.
However, if the coupon barcode begins with the number 5, and your store doubles or triples coupons, then your coupon will act accordingly. If the coupon barcode begins with the number 9, then it will not double. The rest of the information on the coupon is directions for the retailer on how to redeem the coupon for reimbursement. This will include an address, the amount of shipping and handling or processing fees they will receive, etc.
See below for more information on these terms. You need to know if this means limit of 4 identical coupons per visit, per day, per transaction, per customer, or per person. Per purchase is different from per transaction. A purchase is each product within a transaction. The transaction is everything that is on the receipt you're given in the end.
So, what it means to limit one coupon per purchase is you can use one coupon per product in your entire transaction. It used to be that you could use one coupon per product per transaction. So if you wanted to purchase five bottles of mustard and use five coupons for mustard, this was legal.
The above language will help with the situation, but the obvious legal way around it is to separate your load into separate transactions — most cash register clerks are happy to oblige but it is a hassle for consumers and creates a long line. In order to counteract this, some coupons are explicitly stating how many transactions per person are allowed with a type of coupon.
Coupons have always stated that they are not to be sold. However, sellers on eBay have gotten around this by stating that they are selling their time by clipping the coupons for you. I bet there is a lawsuit in the works for this from manufacturers, as eBay clearly states this policy on its website. In the meantime, coupons are now adding in language about auctions. He was very territorial over his candy. It had washed up in a crate one day and he was so excited about it that the others let him have it.
He only shared on special occasions. Gilligan squinted at her. He couldn't hold his fake glare for long and soon they were both smiling. What else do you have there? Gilligan pulled something out of the middle of the pile and held it up for her to see. Only his eyes were visible, twinkling over the brightly colored page. Gilligan missed the brilliant smile spread across her face as his bag of candy tipped over and he rushed to collect the sweets before they fell through the holes in the woven hammock and disappeared into the grass below.
It tumbled out again and he scrambled to shove it back into the bag. You don't have to move to read a comic book. And you move even less when you listen to me read a comic book. The hammock flipped up behind him and dumped him out onto the ground. He did a full somersault and landed flat on his back staring up at the sky, his candy bag still clutched in one hand and a sea of comics spread out around him like fallen flower petals.
Gilligan scrambled to his feet, gathering up his comic books as quickly as possible and smiled sheepishly at her. Gilligan brushed off the seat of his pants and picked blades of grass out from between his comics. Gilligan shrugged, busying himself with brushing the grass off of his beloved comics. Gilligan sat back down in the hammock slowly, legs spread for stability and arms out for balance. He exhaled with relief when he stayed upright and arranged his comics and candy neatly in his lap again.
Then he looked up at Mary Ann. She hadn't moved, but was smiling tenderly at him. He flushed and glanced around, half expecting to find the cute bunny that she was really smiling at. Not seeing one, he cleared his throat and selected a particularly interesting comic from the middle of the stack. I think you'll like it. Gilligan opened the book to the first page, careful not to crease the thin paper. He opened his mouth to begin, his arm already out in the beginning stages of a grand gesture, when his eyes flickered up from the page and found Mary Ann still rooted to the ground in the center of the clearing.
He put the comic down on top of the others and shook his head at his friend. Gilligan waited patiently as she crossed the space between them and then carefully sat down on the hammock beside him. She didn't fall over, the hammock didn't move beneath her, Ginger didn't appear from the foliage to tease her mercilessly.
Mary Ann relaxed and immediately slid backwards into the center of the hammock where Gilligan's weight was holding it down into a valley. Mary Ann yelped and grabbed at the edge of the hammock beside her knees. Her feet hung suspended in the air, kicking futilely. He was grinning at her and clamped one hand over his mouth. Mary Ann pouted, fruitlessly trying to pull herself back up. Your legs are longer than mine. Gilligan scooted backwards until he was next to her and the hammock evened out a bit. She was no longer in danger of falling over and landing flat on her back behind him, but she was still lighter than him and was still sliding down toward the center of the hammock, still awkwardly smashed up against his right side.
Gilligan's feet were planted firmly on the ground, but Mary Ann's still hung in the air.
She felt like a turtle on its back in the middle of the street, trapped, limbs flailing in vain. Mary Ann yanked on her shorts, which were riding up uncomfortably, and kicked off her shoes so she could tuck her legs underneath her in the hammock. Gilligan walked backwards, pushing the hammock back until it was like a chair and he could lean back against the woven ropes and still remain partially upright. Mary Ann held on tight, fingers weaving between the ropes, until she was forced to lean back as well, lest she tumble out and land on her head.
Gilligan arranged his comics in his lap again and handed the bag of candy to Mary Ann. I have two of these. The other one's at home in a special place. I hope it still is. It'll be worth money some day. Gulliver's kind of funny.
He's an international spy who's undercover as a travel agent, but he's really bad at his job. The travel agent job. He's a pretty okay spy. Gulliver's best friend Maria kinda reminds me of you. She wasn't in the original first issue, though. There was a lady at the comic book company and she thought it needed a girl character so girls would read it. Mary Ann watched Gilligan study the brightly colored cover of the comic with something akin to great reverence and respect and then carefully open to the first page.
He settled into the hammock and opened the comic. Mary Ann craned her neck to see the pictures, careful not to scoot too close to him. But as they got halfway through the issue she soon forgot herself. She was so caught up in the story and Gilligan's skillful performance of each character that she quickly found herself next to him cradling the bag of candy, wide-eyed and clutching a red licorice whip in her fist as Gulliver faced off with his arch nemesis for the first time.
Gilligan's head snapped from the panel depicting Maria's first appearance — trapped in the slick super villain's strong arms, her exaggerated giant eyes staring out in fear from behind her glasses — to stare at Mary Ann. She was grinning at him, holding the long string of licorice in the corner of her mouth. Gilligan turned back to the book, looking shocked and a little bit proud.
She was safe working as my secretary at my super secret cover travel agency! Gilligan narrowed his eyes as he turned the page. He was so familiar with the comic that he knew the super villain was going to speak next before he even looked. Gilligan squared his jaw. The next few panels were devoid of text as Gulliver rushed the villain. Maria's eyes grew even wider. Gulliver tripped and slid into a stack of crates towering above them in the old abandoned warehouse where all the showdowns took place.
The villain laughed harder. Maria reached out for Gulliver in vain.
The crate tower began swaying. The villain looked up and let go of Maria to save his own diabolical hide. The tower shattered and rained down on him just as Gulliver staggered to his feet and pulled Maria to safety. Gilligan turned to the final page, which consisted of one giant panel. Gulliver stood in the center of the warehouse, grinning smugly, arms crossed over his chest.
Maria stood beside him, her hands clasped before her, staring up at him adoringly. She looked exaggeratedly curvaceous in her demure, professional secretary's dress. A single word bubble floated above her head. Mary Ann laughed when she saw it. A few hours later they were well into the adventures of Wally Gulliver.
Gulliver had accidentally saved Maria's life four times and she had outwitted the villain of the week equally as often. But when they were at the travel agency she sighed at him a lot and he never quite knew where the places that the old lady customers wanted to visit were located.
At the end of every issue, Gilligan would drop the finished comic onto the grass and open the next without missing a beat. Gilligan's sneaker kicked through the tall blades of grass, occasionally pushing off the ground to keep the hammock swinging gently. Gilligan held the comics up in the air as he read and Mary Ann curled up beside him so she could see the pictures, the bag of candy between them. She learned to sense when he wanted more candy and she began handing him a licorice whip or a piece of chocolate without him even having to ask.
He kept reading with his mouth full and Mary Ann would have had to ask him to repeat himself if she wasn't able to see the words for herself.
He grinned and waved, Maria peeking out from behind his shoulder at the super villain, who was stomping his feet and waving his fists at his minions back on his million dollar yacht. They were trapped out at sea, the yacht's engine accidentally disabled when Gulliver knocked one of the minion's guns from his hand as they fought in the bowels of the ship and it wedged itself in some terribly important piece of machinery. Gilligan turned the page. Time had passed and Gulliver and Maria were sitting glumly in the lifeboat in the middle of nowhere. Just water, as far as the eye could see. Or at least as far as the edges of the comic book page.
Gulliver was pouting spectacularly. By the next panel, Maria had laid her head on his shoulder. You know, after being shot at and everything. An island appeared in the distance in the next panel. We'll drift over to it in about an hour, " he added, looking at the circle of land in the distance. You always take good care of me. He had forgotten about this part. He never read this far again after the first time. He always stopped after Gulliver disabled the villain's ship and saved the day. This part made him uncomfortable, even when he was alone.
He could feel Mary Ann watching him, waiting for him to read the next line. Gilligan slammed the comic book shut and tried to get up. I know what we should read next. It's about ninja penguins and there are no girls in it at all! He gripped the offending comic in the hand furthest away from her, holding his long arm up and away from her. I want to finish the story! She reached across him, crushing the bag of candy between them. He was laughing now despite himself as he watched her short frame struggle to reach the book.
Her toes tangled in the hammock and she scowled, grunted, and muttered things under her breath as he laughed. She made a mad swipe for the book, missed, and landed hard on his chest, elbowing him in the gut. Mary Ann flattened her palms across his chest and pushed herself back up. She pulled her hair out of her eyes and scooted closer to the book, still held aloft at the end of his impossibly long outstretched arm.
The hammock rocked dangerously and Mary Ann froze, gripping the woven hemp on one side of his body, her knees digging into the hammock on the other. After a moment she continued slowly, trying not to disrupt the hammock too much, an impossible task with Gilligan being his usual stubborn self beneath her. Mary Ann stretched out her arm, the tips of her fingers reaching only as far as his palm, just an inch shy of being able to grab the comic.
He was staring straight ahead at the tan skin of Mary Ann's midriff, not six inches from his face. He tried to look away, but nowhere was safe. To the right, shorts. To the left, a tiny red top, expanding and contracting before his very eyes as she breathed with exertion. They fall out of the boat Mary Ann turned to look down at him incredulously. She gave him a bemused smile, one eyebrow arched disbelievingly.
He stared back at her, wide-eyed. Mary Ann plopped down beside him again. Gilligan laid absolutely still, his shirt wrinkled and pulled across his chest. Mary Ann eagerly opened to the last page of the comic book. Gilligan pulled the rest of his comics into his lap and looked away, focusing on rescuing as much of the squished candy as possible as her eyes swept over the image taking up half the page.
Then Mary Ann squealed, loud and high pitched like a baby piglet and Gilligan winced, screwing his eyes closed. Mary Ann sank into a reverent silence as she gazed longingly at the page where Gulliver and Maria were sharing a kiss. Even in cartoon form, it was sweet and tender. Maria had her fingers wrapped around Gulliver's necktie and his hand was lost in her thick dark hair, cradling her head.
The island from the previous page was just out of sight and Gulliver and Maria looked like the only two people in the world, alone in their lifeboat in the middle of the endless glistening blue ocean. Mary Ann sighed wistfully. Mary Ann clutched the comic to her chest and turned big bright eyes on Gilligan. Gilligan didn't move and Mary Ann stared unashamedly at the pile of comics in his lap. We didn't get in a lifeboat to escape a super villain and then drift over to an island 'cause of a broken motor! Mary Ann fixed him with a pointed look.
Mary Ann pulled the comic back into her arms and turned to curl up beside him again, laying her head back on his shoulder. There have to have adventures and bad guys and fights. They gotta get rescued. Gulliver's got a whole world full of people to save. She tilted her head and peered up at Gilligan. The Incredible Wally Gulliver was about international spies and super villains and abandoned warehouses full of crates filled with illegal stuff. The lady at the comic book company made it all gross by putting a girl in it. Mary Ann looked away from him, casting her eyes downward.
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