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Jul. 18th, 2010 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lullabelleSo my morning was going pretty sucky. Heart attack kicked it off, as well as another department on a witch-hunt for the person giving out too many corporate coupons (not me) and harassing me with dumb questions while I'm trying to navigate my way through 110 check-outs on my own, and a woman who closely resembled an aardvark screeched at me in the middle of a full lobby and accused me of lying when I told her there was no management on site right then.
None of this matters. Some stoner just came in off the street and asked me our nightly rate. I told him it was $189. His reply?
"Dude, are you smoking the Kool-Aid?"
ARE YOU SMOKING THE KOOL-AID.
Hysterical laughter ensued. He still has no idea what I thought was so funny. I sent him to the Motel 6.
THIS DAY JUST GOT A BILLION TIMES BETTER.
None of this matters. Some stoner just came in off the street and asked me our nightly rate. I told him it was $189. His reply?
"Dude, are you smoking the Kool-Aid?"
ARE YOU SMOKING THE KOOL-AID.
Hysterical laughter ensued. He still has no idea what I thought was so funny. I sent him to the Motel 6.
THIS DAY JUST GOT A BILLION TIMES BETTER.
