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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