September 24th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] cimorene at 01:15pm on 24/09/2017 under
A baffling new trend @ work is people who wait in line to ask a cashier to personally unlock a cabinet without realizing its contents are locked up because they are valuable.

CUSTOMER: Does it work?

ME: It is over 20 years old, as you can see from the fact that it is a giant Nokia brick phone, and so I doubt that it currently has a charged battery since it wouldn’t -

CUSTOMER: Well, then it won’t be very useful! What good is a phone that you can’t call with?

ME: You can probably get a battery elsewhere, but people might just collect them.


Or then again:

CUSTOMER: 39 euros!! How can a Barbie be 39 euros???

ME: Well, sometimes they cost even more than that, but in this case, it’s kind of fancy… the pink wedding tux… and it’s obviously pretty old, probably from the 80s…

CUSTOMER: Why would anybody pay 39 bucks for a Barbie doll???

ME: Indeed, but I think people collect Barbies.

CUSTOMER: Oh!! They do??? Ohhhhhh.

ME: Our regular, not-collectible Barbies are over in the toy department, not in this cabinet of rare items.

CUSTOMER: Oh!! They are? I’ll look in the toy department.


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September 18th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] karmageddon at 07:58am on 18/09/2017
September 14th, 2017
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September 13th, 2017
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September 11th, 2017
turlough: Gerard Way in white shirt & black waistcoat, photoshoot by Rob Bennett, 20 October 2007 ((mcr) dress like a sleeper cell)
The fight left Mikey as suddenly as it had appeared; he cocked an eyebrow, voice going back to its regular expressionless level. "My problem? Honestly, Gerard, your job is my problem." He tossed the helmet onto the living room floor. Gerard winced at the crash, but Mikey just kept pulling his gloves and jacket off, tossing them aside too and walking into the kitchen. Gerard trailed behind him, watching in disbelief as Mikey pulled a glass out of a cupboard and poured himself some water.

"My job … with BLI? Where you work? How exactly is that a problem for anyone?"

Mikey smoothed stringy brown hair back out of his face. "It means... shit, Gerard. Either you're more clueless than I thought, or you're not... not the same person you used to be."

It hurt. It hurt like a laser burst to the chest, quiet and bloodless and deadly. "I -" 'I don't remember who I used to be,' he wanted to yell. 'You're supposed to be the one who remembers.' But Mikey was turning away, bracing a hand on one of the chair backs. Gerard studied the dismissive line of his shoulders for a long time. Mikey didn't turn back around. "I don't understand this, but fine," Gerard said finally, trying to hold his voice steady. It was easier than he'd imagined it would be. "Then I'm not." He took a deep breath; the kitchen walls were tilting in, making him feel like he was smothering. He'd only ever had two solutions to that problem: drink until they crashed down, or run.


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