Adult Shopping; Delta Sucks, and a survey (stolen from
mpeace)
2004-06-07 12:20
digitaldiscipline
Travel to Tampa to impress purveyors of Carbonated Cola Confections on Friday has been booked, no thanks to the well-meaning but unbelievably incompetent employees of Delta Air Lines. Frankly, this was more headache than the $125 "we really fucked up on Christmas" voucher was worth - I should have just spent the extra fifty bucks and gotten a direct flight on Southwest at a more convenient time, or something.
Sil, I've got a shot glass with your name on it, well-baptized at CX, and will try like hell to remember to bring the darn thing for ya.
Proof that I'm serious about this gig: K & I went to Men's Warehouse yesterday, where I got some grown-up clothes [a half-dozen nice shirts and two pairs of slacks]. Also, after spending six hours of my Saturday at the office, I got my head nearly shaved, and decided, at the urging of the comely barberette (and K's as well) to spring for an actual straight-razor shave, complete with hot towels and the whole nine yards. It was interesting, but not appreciably closer than what I do myself with a Mach 3 and some hot water. For service-industry decadence, I prefer a top-notch shoe-shine while wearing my combat boots, because a) there's no risk of getting one's throat accidentally slit, and b) the side-effect of getting a foot massage is more relaxing than the hot lather and towel, at least for me.
Sil, I've got a shot glass with your name on it, well-baptized at CX, and will try like hell to remember to bring the darn thing for ya.
Proof that I'm serious about this gig: K & I went to Men's Warehouse yesterday, where I got some grown-up clothes [a half-dozen nice shirts and two pairs of slacks]. Also, after spending six hours of my Saturday at the office, I got my head nearly shaved, and decided, at the urging of the comely barberette (and K's as well) to spring for an actual straight-razor shave, complete with hot towels and the whole nine yards. It was interesting, but not appreciably closer than what I do myself with a Mach 3 and some hot water. For service-industry decadence, I prefer a top-notch shoe-shine while wearing my combat boots, because a) there's no risk of getting one's throat accidentally slit, and b) the side-effect of getting a foot massage is more relaxing than the hot lather and towel, at least for me.
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[replace 005 with 001 for last year's bit of vanity]
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If all goes well, your next trip to Tampa will be by land - with possessions in tow.
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and i hear ya about that hauling. . . but i'm gonna refrain from booking a truck & trailer until i've got an offer letter in hand and a place to dump our crap, yanno? the realtor has been advised that we wanna be in SH, our space and price constraints, etc, so hopefully, our trekking around will be focused.
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