Kee-rist. Her actual last name means "forgotten" in Italian. I sure as hell hope she doesn't want me to pay her every time I have to tell my father he forgot something. I'll be broke in 24 hours.
Lorne ,'Why We Fight'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
My wallet got stolen. Is Beth Riesgraf in Barcelona?
I mean a quick google tells me she'd have to go after at least 3 other people.
And she'd have to. One cannot selectively defend one's mark. It's all or nothing. If she's not giving them equal shit Barb could get her "case" tossed on that.
I'm wondering if she's just pissed off that she paid a patent attorney to do something that doesn't really work,
She didn't have to pay anyone. She's a partner in an IP law firm and she got one of the senior partners to sign off on the letter and she's able to file her own shit.
And crap, P-C. I'm sorry to hear that.
Oh, P-C, suck. What happened? Was it on Las Ramblas?
P-C, what was in it? Please tell me your passport was in another location.
She didn't have to pay anyone.
Hmm... fool for a client? I never thought that adage was true.
Oh, crud, P-C! (Though if we start getting emails from you asking us to send money to Western Union I'ma give you the side eye, isn't that a scam? Though usually that's when someone's not IN Europe!!) I hope everything gets fixed quickly, and maybe your coworkers are still with you and can help!!
Of course, idle speculation is kind of... not very helpful.
But it's so much FUN...
P-C, oh no!! That's not good.
It was at the Magic Fountain, which was supercool. In retrospect, the person who violently bumped into me was probably the culprit. And I had even reminded myself that THAT was the sign I had been pickpocketed, but I was so into the fountain that I didn't remember.
This morning, remembering a tip I'd read, I did take my check card out of my wallet, so I still have some plastic and a way of getting more money if I need it. Besides my credit card, of course, I lost 50 Euros and 20 dollars (plus a $2 bill for luck). And my spare house key. And my driver's license. And my old student IDs. And my health insurance card. And my blood donor card. And all my receipts and ticket stubs from the trip. And my hotel key from Budapest. I really wish I'd followed my instinct to remove my Budapest memorabilia this morning. It's the loss of those things and my student IDs that saddens me more than the money.
I'm really, really glad I took out most of my regular wallet inhabitants and left them at home, leaving only the essentials.
Instead of going to see Goldfrapp for free, I filed a police report and canceled my credit card. I was having a really good time today, too. Now I want to stay in my hotel room the whole time.