Pixie Dust, Sunday
Eric stood at the cash in Pixie Dust today; that, itself, was rather like the previous week. This time, however, he was looking about two seconds from banging his head on the counter as he all-but-yelled into the phone. "I don't care if you don't have the address in your system," he said. "I'm here, and I can't be here if it doesn't exist, can I? Get that shipment here by 10AM tomorrow -- at not cost to us, we already paid for the shipping -- or you won't find any more business from us."
No, he didn't actually have the ability to follow through on that threat, but he thought he could probably convince Romeo if he tried hard enough.
Eric? Not terribly impressed with his crash-course in retail.
The shop is open, sure, but Eric's a little too busy tearing the supplier a new one to do more than ring you through. You're best shopping on your own.
[Third verse, same as the first -- leaving the coffeeshop soon to return to the land of no 'net, so you're best modding your Pixie Dust experience. I cannot wait for Wednesday.]
No, he didn't actually have the ability to follow through on that threat, but he thought he could probably convince Romeo if he tried hard enough.
Eric? Not terribly impressed with his crash-course in retail.
The shop is open, sure, but Eric's a little too busy tearing the supplier a new one to do more than ring you through. You're best shopping on your own.
[Third verse, same as the first -- leaving the coffeeshop soon to return to the land of no 'net, so you're best modding your Pixie Dust experience. I cannot wait for Wednesday.]