The Pointless Ponderings Of The Bored
My teenage angst has a death count.
"I talked to you about this on the phone. I need a bigger size in this dress. I'll just give you the bill"
*rummages through bag*
"Ma'am I cannot exchange this, there is a very visible tear on the back here."
*silence*
"I'm really sorry, Ma'am. I would have readily given you a bigger size otherwise".
Shit.
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