It's just never a good sign when you spend the entire morning honestly believing that a life on the street selling shell bracelets and turning tricks might be preferable to one more second talking to customers who ask incredibly hostile, mindbogglingly stupid questions. No, I don't mean regular stupid. I mean the kind you wonder if they have opposable thumbs.
And y'all know how much I love my wireless access, so that is seriously saying something.
And y'all know how much I love my wireless access, so that is seriously saying something.