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threeplusfireI'm watching Moulin Rouge and drinking a chocolate raspberry martini at home in my yoga pants. Life is comfortable. Life is good.
Why is it that you are so often surrounded by hordes of desperate Fry's employees when you don't want to buy anything, but the minute you need something they are all off futzing around somewhere else. We just wanted a printer. The manager in the cafe had the nerve to say "We don't have blackberry syrup" while I'm looking right at it. Fortunately I've become more of a bitch over the years. Back when I was painfully shy I would have accepted that and stammered out some other order. But these days, I will boldly point out the bottle right by her head with that bland smile on my face.
Why is it that you are so often surrounded by hordes of desperate Fry's employees when you don't want to buy anything, but the minute you need something they are all off futzing around somewhere else. We just wanted a printer. The manager in the cafe had the nerve to say "We don't have blackberry syrup" while I'm looking right at it. Fortunately I've become more of a bitch over the years. Back when I was painfully shy I would have accepted that and stammered out some other order. But these days, I will boldly point out the bottle right by her head with that bland smile on my face.