Being in business for a year and a half and not improving in English at all in any way? What the heck, people, what the heck? Even five year olds improve in six months. Haven't you picked up anything? Sigh. The place was cool and I expected it to get better as the employees could help me better. This is not to be. In fact, the level of service has DROPPED somehow.
2) Today I learned that some sort of policy somewhere prevents the lovely librarians at my local library from doing anything about a teenager sitting at the computer rambling (for an hour!) in a very creepy, psychotic manner. Sigh.
Yes, I know, i should have said something before but I was foolish enough to think the crazy talk would stop sooner or later. But it just got progressively more gibberishfull (that is so a word) and it was like Spike TV World's Wildest Police Videos. You just had to see where it was going to end up.
3) Dear other flea market comic book vendor: One, don't hit on me, you're forty years older and the wrong gender. And inviting me over to your house to look at more comics makes me flash to Buffalo Bill. I mean, what? Who does that? And the giant spider crawling out the Excalibur comic book box? Okay, that's it. Screw the profit I make selling stuff I get from your booth, I'm not risking getting 'effin BIT. Or my dogs if I bring one home.