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³ Taking Over Fred Meyers From The Comfort Of Your Own Home ³
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This is a little incident that happened while I was living in Portland, Oregon
and a few people said I should write about it so I am so be happy. Most people
who don't live in Portland have never heard of a Fred Meyers so I'll tell you
what it is first. It's like a big chain of big stores in Portland. I'm not
sure exactly where else in the United States they exist but I had never seen
or heard about one until I moved to Oregon.
Take a Wal-Mart and a very large grocery store and add a few extra things and
you've got a Fred Meyers. They've got a huge grocery section, lawn & garden,
a huge hardware store built in, electronics, music, software, videos, a deli,
sometimes a big built-in eating area and a lot of other things that I'm
probably leaving out. All in all it's not a bad store but that didn't stop
what I did to them.
Keep in mind that at the time all of this happened the employees of Fred
Meyers were all on strike and they had a bunch of temporary people working in
the stores and nobody there really knew what was going on anyways so that just
added even more fun to the whole event.
The Discovery:
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Me and my girlfriend (Colleen Card) were walking around the Fred Meyers
located at Gateway Shopping Center, shopping and eventually got separated.
Since I walked all over the store and couldn't find her (not surprising seeing
as how the store is the size of a mini-mall) I figured I'd pick up one of the
paging phones that are located on posts every few isles for employees and
announce all over the store for her to meet me in a certain place.
I found the phone and picked it up and looked at the HUGE list of all the
different departments they have to choose from and finally found the All Store
Page listed at 1800. So I dial 1800 and hear a loud click throughout the store
and I annouce, "Colleen Card to the toy isle. Colleen Card!"
While I was waiting for her, though, the Matchbox cars got really boring by
myself (Justin's dad, the kid I met and was playing with, made him go home) so
I wandered back over to the phone and noticed that all the department numbers
were in the exact same format as the all store paging number. Electronics was
1296, Hardware was 1693, etc, etc. So I wrote down the two phone numbers
listed on the front of that phone and put them in my pocket. Colleen arrived
and we went home to a supper of Burger King Whoppers. Yeah.
The First Phone Call:
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By now I had this big horrific plan in my head that I was pretty sure wouuldn't
work but I knew I wouldn't rest until I tried it so the next morning while
Colleen was at school I went back to the same Gateway Fred Meyers to test it
out. (Gee, have you figured out what I'm doing yet?) I went to the pay phone
that's located in a foyer entrance type thing and boxed a call to the inside
of the store.
"Fred Meyers customer service, may I help you?"
"Yeah, this is Dave in electronics. Could you transfer me to extension
1800? I can't get it to work..."
"Okay, just a minute, please!"
I hear the funky Fred Meyers hold music for a split second and then total,
dead silence. I hit the "*" button and hear it echo inside the store... So I
look around the foyer and there's a few people inside with me so I can't
really say anything loud. Instead I start playing "Help Me Rhonda" on with the
touch tones and my musical masterpiece echos throughout the entire store.
I couldn't wait any longer for the people in there to leave so in a low voice
I start muttering into the phone, "Fuck you alllll...You're all going to hell.
I will kill yoooooou, I am Satan......." Now you'll have to excuse the total
lack of creativity with my first Fred Meyers speach but I couldn't talk very
loud and besides, I was excited that this actually worked! I decided to go
inside and check out the reactions so I hung up.
The reactions weren't that great when I first got in. Walking by the photo
section I heard a customer exclaim to an employee, "Did you hear that crazy
guy??" But the employee wasn't too talkative so that didn't get anywhere. When
I got to the Deli, things were considerably more active there. A guy in a suit
(didn't look like a manager, but who knows...) was talking to another
important looking guy (security?) and the suit was pissed!
I went over to the Deli and pretended to look at the menus so I could listen
and they were talking about me. I heard a few things to the effect of, "Well,
Dan's looking around for him right now." and "If I catch the little fucker..."
It turned out that they thought some kid in the store had picked up a paging
phone and done it all. Then I noticed a few guys patroling the isles with
2-way radios on their belts. Typical security dudes. So I got bored and went
back home, waiting for Colleen to get home.
The Twenty Minute Broadcast:
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Later that evening, around 6:00 I had already told Colleen that I'd succeeded
and wanted to try it again so we picked up the phone in her room and called
Fred Meyers. Again I got the service desk, asked to be transferred to extension
1800, got hold music and then dead silence.
The first thing I yelled into the phone was, "DON'T SHOP FRED MEYERS!" That
was the big slogan in town that the employee who were on strike were using so
I thought that would liven up the whole strike thing and if nothing, make the
local papers. I put on my Good Morning Vietnam CD which starts out with Robin
Williams yelling, "Goooooood morning, Vietnam!" and plays the clips of all his
best radio stuff, including all the foul language and bad jokes.
Then I played a few good clips from The Jerky Boys's first cassette and started
paging people to different departments of the store. After about twenty
minutes I hung up the phone so I could call back and make sure I was really on
the paging system and not just talking to myself like an idiot. So I called
back.
"Fred Meyers, customer service. May I help you?"
"Could I have the shoe department, please?"
"Hold please!"
After about a minute of waiting, I finally got the shoe department. I told the
lady I was Dan from security upstairs and asked her if someone was playing
with her phone there on the paging system.
"Oh no, sir! That wasn't from this phone. They think it was kids in the
food isle. The security guys are looking for them right now..."
The Two Hour Broadcast:
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I thanked her and hung up. Now we knew we were getting through okay so I
called them back and once again asked customer service to connect me to
extention 1800. By this time I guess she had figured it out because she wouldn't
connect me so instead I asked her to connect me to Lawn & Garden. When they
answered, I had them connect me to 1800 with no problems.
The only thing I can't figure out is why when I was in their system they
couldn't somehow get rid of me. Why couldn't they shut off their all store
paging system? Why couldn't they disconnect the speakers? Why couldn't they
pull the plugs on the phone for a second and then put them back in? Why
couldn't they just hang up on line two? Anyway, here's a breakdown of what
our two hour broadcast consisted of:
1. Various type of store pages including....
"Customer Service to the sexual toys isle!"
"Customer Service to the anal lubrication department!"
"Customer Service to Customer Service! We don't know what we're doing!"
"Attention K-Mart shoppers! Don't shop Fred Meyers!"
"Al, clean up on isle 5. Some stupid bitch just spilled her fucking milk
all over the fucking floor, the stupid cunt!"
"AT&T, Please deposit 25 cents..."
"I need a price check on this vibrating cream."
"Security to isle ten. A lady is testing out the douches again."
"Security to isle seven. That little boy is stealing Froot Loops..."
"Security, monitor register two. BARBARA is working again."
"Hi, my name is ROY and if you find a furry watermelon, that's my gerbil!"
"Chris Tomkinson is the bestest, coolest guy in the world! Cactus?"
2. Colleen's Story Time Hour. She read a bunch of children's books and changed
the wording around to make them quite demented and gross. (This is where
PLA024.TXT came from, by the way...)
3. Harmonica Hour! Together on harmonica we didn't sound that great but that
didn't stop us...that alone probably got rid of most of the shoppers.
4. Voiced our opinions of political issues.
5. Told very anti-religious and racist jokes. (We're not against religion and
not racist people, we were just trying our best to offend everyone.)
6. I played my favorite songs over the store via the local radio station, KUFO.
7. A special announcement by RBCP: "Ladies & Gentlemen, may I have your
attention please...At this moment I'd like you all to direct your attention
to the individual working in Lawn & Garden. She is the very person who
screwed up and allowed us to take over your paging system! Not that bright
of an employee if you ask me but hey, we're dealing with Fred Meyers,
right? So ma'am, if you haven't been fired yet...Thank You!"
8. Colleen sang "I'm a Little Teapot" while I yelled "Fuck God!", then she
started reading off phone sex ads. Then poetry.
Transferring The Call Ourselves:
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Me & Colleen went to Gateway again. After getting on their paging system so
many times, they must have put out a big-time security alert or something
because NO department would transfer us anymore so now I HAD to get it just to
show them. Here's what we did...
1. We find a phone in Isle 13 and write down the extension number off of it.
2. I stay there and Colleen runs out to the pay phone.
3. Colleen boxes a call to Fred Meyers and asks customer service for extension
1625, which is where I'm standing.
4. My phone begins to ring. I pick it up, dial TRANSFER, 1800 and hang up.
5. I run out to the pay phone and we say a few things into the phone such as
"Ha, ha! We got through! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!" and other assorted
immature things.
6. We get kind of bored and go home. But it WORKED! Ha!
A few days later we called from home and asked to be transferred to extension
1625. A stock boy picked up the phone and we told him exactly what to press
and we got on again. They'll never win.
Interview With The Security:
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After that night it got sort of boring. I was a little upset that none of this
made the papers and we never got around to doing it much more after that. Once
while Colleen & her dad was in another Fred Meyers shopping, I got in and
made a few announcements, played a few touch tone songs, etc, but their system
was messed up and they couldn't hear me very well.
So one day I'm hanging around the Portland PDX airport because I have nothing
better to do. One thing has led to another and I'm sitting at a pay phone,
using the fingernail clippers that I stole from the gift shop to splice open
the wires to the pay phone. (They wires were just shoved up under the pay
phone wall and easy to get to. I had access to three different phones,
including my own.) I didn't mean to, but instead of just stripping the outer
cover off the wires, I cut it totally in half. I quickly learned which phone
it was when the Japanesse girl next to me looked distressed, started yelling
something urgent in the phone, then hung up and went to find antoher phone.
Whoops?
So I finally get my phone and the phone next to me successfully hooked
together. I called Zak and explained to him what I'd done. Then I patched in
the other dial tone and called Fred Meyers in Beaverton. We had no problem
getting in to their all store paging. We fucked around for awhile on their
system and got bored with it so Zak used HIS three-way to call up the
Gateway Fred Meyers. We asked the customer service lady for security.
"Security, may I help you?"
"Yes, this is Roy from the Orgonian Newspaper. I was calling in regards to
your problems that I've been hearing about with your paging system?"
"Well, sir, that's a problem that has been taken care of. Is what was
happening is some kids were dialing in from the outside..." Blah blah blah,
he rattled on for awhile.
After he babbled on for awhile and I asked him some more questions, I asked,
"Sir, are you aware that you're participating in a four-way phone call and
right now as we speak, our voices are echoing throughout the bowels of Fred
Meyers in Beaverton? Now, you say that you're security for Gateway Fred
Meyers, correct?" The line was totally silent after that, then it clicks and
he's hung up, probably franticly calling Gateway to find out if it's true. I
then made an announcement, "Yes, shoppers of Fred Meyers, this is the kind of
intelligent people that you're dealing with every day, shopping here!"
We hung up and Zak called Fred's back to ask the lady if we were really on
the system. She verified that we were so we asked to be transferred to 1800
and she told us to please hold.
"Security, may I help you?"
"No, she must have misunderstood us. We didn't want security, we wanted
extension 1800 so we can frollic around your paging system freely!"
"Well, sir, I don't think that's going to happen."
Another incident with security happened when I called security from Clackamas
Town Center, just out of boredom. (The very mall that Tonya Harding likes to
skate in, by the way! Boy, do I feel important.) I called Gateway security and
had a long conversation with the security lady. I told her I was the one
responsible and she said, "I know, I have the same number on my Caller I.D.
here." which is bullshit because I'd never called Fred's from that Mall.
"Well, ma'am, did you think what I did was funny?"
"No, not at all, actually."
"I bet you smiled, though..."
"Well, yeah, until you started getting vulgar. You really upset quite a
few shoppers here."
"That was my plan, though."
"Why?"
"Because I have no life."
Afterwards:
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I know the story just kind of ended there and didn't really have any kind of
point to begin with but I thought I'd write it to see what you think. (Which
is probably that we all need to get a life.) Since that day we've been on the
paging systems of various stores around Portland, saying pretty much the same
things each time. It actually gets old after awhile but it's really fun at
first. I severely shocked the shit out of myself trying to hook another pay
phone to my original two so don't try that unless you're wearing big rubber
yellow gloves! It never did make the paper that I'm aware of and the strike is
over and things are pretty much back to normal there. So if you want to call
Fred's and try it yourself, feel free!
K-Mart uses a similar phone system nationwide but I never have been able to
get into their paging system. Actually, I've never been able to get into any
other store except for Fred's so please mail me if you get anywhere with
other stores. Wal-Mart, perhaps?
Phone Numbers:
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Gateway Fred Meyers...............................................503-254-7905
Beaverton Fred Meyers.............................................503-690-5823
Rockwood Fred Meyers..............................................503-669-4600
There's a billion others in Portland, but those are just the ones I have
listed and I'm too lazy to dial information. The paging code for most of them
is 1800, but Rockwood for some reason is 800. If you want Isle 13 at Gateway,
the extention is 1625. (Talk to a not-too-bright stock boy!) I don't encourage
actually doing this, but think it would be funny as hell. Contact me at the
numbers listed below for future developments.
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