Money wasn't mentioned, but I shouldn't have to pay for this, right?
HELL NO
although, does one tip on a correction?
'Serenity'
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Money wasn't mentioned, but I shouldn't have to pay for this, right?
HELL NO
although, does one tip on a correction?
does one tip on a correction?
I would.
I took a quick IM poll, and the answer is no, though tip well next time.
I took a quick IM poll, and the answer is no, though tip well next time.
This makes sense, although I'll probably give her a small tip anyway, because I feel guilty about using her time, even if I shouldn't. Thanks! Bitches rule for helping with this type of stuff.
W00T! Six annotations written!
go, vw, go!
What's bad about the way I did this is I am now, once again, getting wrapped up in these articles. Some of this stuff is really fascinating, and I find myself being enveloped in the text all over again, even though I don't need to, because I've made copious notes and underlined all the important stuff.
Come on West Coasters! I need entertainment! Your day's not over yet!
I shall entertain you. I will rant about my trip to Home Depot.
It began by my starting to turn into a parking space and realizing that I couldn't park there because someone had abandoned a cart, strategically arranged so as to block four spaces.
Home Depot apparently has the marketing theory that you're more likely to buy something if you whack your shins on it, so they have all this stuff in the aisle. Then a fellow shopper carefully lines up her card next to the stuff, and stands there, apparently lost in the immensity of her decision. Since I can't talk, I couldn't get her attention to move her cart. Fortunately, that also means she didn't hear me say, "Move, motherfucker, or I'll cut you."
A worker moved a big rack of plants so as to trap me in an aisle of plants.
A woman stood in the middle of the aisle of a cell phone, asking someone very loudly if she should buy four verbena plants.
I was behind two women who were buying plants for, they said, a subdivision. There was one big flat handtruck of dyed weed-block pine bark mulch, and another covered with about 60 plants.
Oh, Ginger. I hate your Home Depot!