A very strange man just came and asked me what Wi-Fi means.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The truth is, had he come to me and said "there's a lecture this afternoon that we'd like taped, please," I would have started to get things in motion.
And that's why I like to preface certain requests by saying, "I've screwed up. I needed to make arrangements for X, and I see now that your sign says you need __ advanced notice. Is it at all possible to squeak through now? It's all my fault, and I'll understand if you have to say no." Pathetic gets me much further than entitled.
wrod.
Double word. I had a kid pull something similar on me last week. It makes me want to do the Grey's Anatomy "Seriously?" thing.
Also, have resorted to blackberry because internet is gone. Oh noes!
my old boss used to say, "please and thank-you cost nothing and mean everything."
A very strange man just came and asked me what Wi-Fi means.
See this was a chance to give out some fun disinformation.
It makes me want to do the Grey's Anatomy "Seriously?" thing.
Aha, is THAT where that's from? I got it from my sister, who I believe watches Grey's Anatomy. She works that pretty hard these days.
Nora! How is your back doing?
It's getting better! It's now just vaguely sore when I try to put on socks or when I stand after sitting for too long. Yay.
dude! finish your baloney sandwich before you come up to the box office and start asking me questions. ick.