Is Your Refrigerator Running?
Ma’am, your wariness is completely understandable, but I am genuinely asking about whether your refrigerator is operational.
Ma’am, your wariness is completely understandable, but I am genuinely asking about whether your refrigerator is operational.
I’d like to say I understand your pain, but how could I? The only terror I’ve experienced is watching everyone I ever loved die.
We had a sneaking suspicion it might taste bad after our first focus group. People were saying it was "upsetting" and it made them feel "unsafe."
You interjected to ask if my depression over the breakup was the reason I had forgotten to buy a new fuchsia ink cartridge.
Now, I’m not bashing Chad. Chad’s fine. Chad does consistently adequate work, and he’s even finally learned what a pivot table is.
Either way, I’m not going to pursue my dream full-time. Recklessly spend my money trying to make a living out of a hobby? No, that would be ridiculous.
Also, I was just joking when I said in my initial email that I would fold the report into a paper airplane and dart it at your bulbous ass.
Surely this monstrosity holds some meaning that is beyond our minuscule Lego brains.
But if I nod, I may agree to something I strongly disagree with. Like that the world is flat or that black licorice is delicious.
Customer service sure isn’t like it used to be, you think, as you hear the entrance door jingle and feel cold air around your nether regions.
Don’t mean to harp on this but please use a coaster. I know we’re in a bar but the wet circle under the glass… sorry, it’s just the way I was raised.
Me say in day, “Only small fire this night. No add ‘one more wood.’” But me keep stare and stare and no sleep.