I quit playing Kingdom Hearts II for THIS?
Job Recap: Bookstore slave and sometimes cafe wench.
People are very strange. Today, as I was being the friendly neighborhood register girl, a woman came through my line with a bunch of books. A BUNCH of books, as in over two hundred dollars worth. The ENTIRE time she was in my line, she kept glaring at me as though I had kicked her puppy, ran over her cat, and possibly eaten some of her offspring. With ketchup.
I have no idea what I did to this woman. I was polite. I rang her books up and placed them neatly in bags. I even doubled bagged the really heavy gardening ones. I mentioned that one of her selections was a particular favorite of mine. (Prince of Shadows by Curtis Benjamin)
She still kept glaring. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under and free from final exam stress. When the transaction was completed, she snatched her bags and change from me and stomped out of the store, pausing on the way out to give me on last "OMGYOUEATBABIEZ!" glare.
I still don't know what I did.
And by the way,
Dear Dungeons and Dragons Guy,
I understand that within your RPG, your party may be trapped out in the wilderness without access to bathing facilities. Please do not feel compelled to suffer along with your character. It smells like you're carrying around a small dead animal in your pockets. Put down the dice and go shower. Stand around my register for one more minute and I'm coming over this counter and beating you to death with the nearest hardcover book. I doubt Magic Missile can stand up to the fury of a truly enraged B-chan armed with The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
What level mage do you have to be to learn a "Scrub n'Bubbles' attack in D&D?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to losing miserably to Sephiroth.
People are very strange. Today, as I was being the friendly neighborhood register girl, a woman came through my line with a bunch of books. A BUNCH of books, as in over two hundred dollars worth. The ENTIRE time she was in my line, she kept glaring at me as though I had kicked her puppy, ran over her cat, and possibly eaten some of her offspring. With ketchup.
I have no idea what I did to this woman. I was polite. I rang her books up and placed them neatly in bags. I even doubled bagged the really heavy gardening ones. I mentioned that one of her selections was a particular favorite of mine. (Prince of Shadows by Curtis Benjamin)
She still kept glaring. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under and free from final exam stress. When the transaction was completed, she snatched her bags and change from me and stomped out of the store, pausing on the way out to give me on last "OMGYOUEATBABIEZ!" glare.
I still don't know what I did.
And by the way,
Dear Dungeons and Dragons Guy,
I understand that within your RPG, your party may be trapped out in the wilderness without access to bathing facilities. Please do not feel compelled to suffer along with your character. It smells like you're carrying around a small dead animal in your pockets. Put down the dice and go shower. Stand around my register for one more minute and I'm coming over this counter and beating you to death with the nearest hardcover book. I doubt Magic Missile can stand up to the fury of a truly enraged B-chan armed with The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
What level mage do you have to be to learn a "Scrub n'Bubbles' attack in D&D?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to losing miserably to Sephiroth.