Some things could only happen to me...
It's funny, really.
Just when I think that I'm not a peon, not some insignificant peice of employee dirt that is best unseen by incoming clientele, I get an implication - full-faced: "You mean nothing."
"And straighten the damn rug."
And here comes The Mint Hand...snap snap, girly...Mint now!:( I'll be making a special trip to Yahoosville, WV just to SLAP that guy for you. (Don't they make X-Lax Mints?)
Damn the man! Next time, straighten that rug while the dim-witted asshat is standing on it. Then, roll the bastard up in it, and take it outside to beat the dust out of it. Then, after after a thorough beating, invite twelve of your friends to piss on it and then send it out to be dry-cleaned.-Dan
Oh. One more thing, Holly. The colors! My god! They're burning my eyes! Yellow... white... purple... it hurts... IT HURTS!!! *whimper*-Dan
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