So I helped a customer yesterday who had some confusion over the pricing of baskets. After what I thought was a friendly, mutually acceptable resolution to the issue, I walked away and resumed my other projects. Minutes later, when I passed by the cashier, she informed me that the customer had told her that I wasn't nice. Neither the cashier nor I could figure out what I had done to come across as "not nice," but clearly it was enough for this customer to feel the need to tell the cashier. *shrug*
In other news, as DiploWhat has mentioned in her blog, we are looking into acquiring a Chinese child. Legally.
Got to see M & M over the weekend. That was really cool -- it had been way too long. Hanging out, going to dinner, and playing a few games made me miss all the peeps back home.
It sounds like it's official that J is coming to Gen Con -- so that leaves one space in the hotel room for an interested individual. Let me know (by e-mail, preferably) if you're a bad enough dude to join us.
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I could have told you, you aren't nice...I just like you cause you're so pretty:)
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