Clerk? Clearly insane.

Clearly, Trudy. No one would blame you and many would applaud if you bopped her smartly on the head.

Trudy clearly getting a coupon from L&T.

Dear Lord Taylor:

t insert long letter telling long stupid saga

I've shopped at your store for many years and have paid your not exactly economical prices for the sake of convenience, service, and quality. If you're going to make me drive sixty miles to be treated rudely by a clerk who doesn't know cashmere when she's holding it I'm not sure why I should continue to patronize your store.

Or something to that effect. Jezus. Do an inter-store ship like Macy*s or... or... or... I'LL GO TO FUCKING MACY*S.

No one would blame you and many would applaud if you bopped her smartly on the head.

I didn't raise my voice even once. I was so good. I DID snark once pushed but even a Bitch is only human.

OK, more like forty miles. Just checked.

Oh yes, send Letter of Discontent to L&T. Maybe you'll get some free stuff out of it. That actually worked for me this year - I bought 2 tires at Costco, and the next day I said, "Hm. They look a bit flat." They had less than 20 lbs of pressure each, so I wrote an Outraged Letter about customer safety - and ended up getting 2 tires installed free. That rocked.

MG can always hide out at my place for awhile, whether she cleans it or not. Of course, it's always nice when someone who is not me does my chores. Too bad I have no minion.

I would be your minion, Katie. I could live in your shed! All alone, by myself, whenever I wasn't feeling like human interaction. And I would clean and launder and...and...cook. Maybe. And pet the kitties and...

Ah well. Nice fantasy while it lasted.

"If you could tell me where I could buy two-ply, current season, lord & taylor lable cashmere for eleven dollars I'd appreciate it very much because I'd never have to come here again."

This is just perfection on a stick. I'm sorry the sales person acted so unreasonably about an even exchange. Definitely write that letter.

thwaps L&T for Trudy

Dear lord. What asshats.

It's raining here...a lot. Ask me if I've moved all of the rest of my stuff inside the apartment. Ask me if a table, my mother's luggage, and a bunch of odds and ends are still sitting outside on the patio. No wait, don't.

Sigh.

(makes plans to transport Beverly to Chez Bee)

Forget the chores, let's have some fancy umbrella drinks and go to the bookstore. Then we'll sit and play with beads and I'll show you the marvel of how Mishka helps with every project without disturbing it much.