The guy who runs the retirement-slogan-t-shirts and formaldehyde-leaking-Croc-shoes-ripoff kiosk is taking a very long time to fire a very crying employee in the middle of this enforced buying space. Right next to me. Loudly.
We’re all professionals here. There was a newspaper involved and she had to catch the 9:05 bus.
Take all the bullshit I put up with from my (mercifully mostly absent) boss and shrink it down to the most petty and mundane. T-shirt folding. Errant text messages.
Tears everywhere.
What is the mall?
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that sounds unpleasant
Posted 13 Oct 2007 at 3:59 pm ¶Post a Comment