I will not be served by a WOMAN!

[Becks]

"I'm so devout I'm going to walk around naked. That'll show them!"

Too bad you're not quoting yourself, Raps.

Or are you?

[Rapscallion]

I'm not particularly devout, but I am rather furry.

Will that do?

Rapscallion

[Becks]

Works for me.

[morgana]

Ummmm, furry . . . *drool*

[Rapscallion]

Ladies, ladies - please reread the title of the thread for a giggle...

Rapscallion

[Becks]

Are we now implying he's gay, Raps?

[Mr. Rager!]

We've had customers come in and demand to talk to a guy if a female approaches them.

What's really great is the fact that we get totally annoyed with it because it gives us extra work when we'll tell the customer exactly what one of the girls would've told them.

Now for the extra special part, the girls love the fact that our new manager is a girl. Actually, I do too... it's great!!

[Rapscallion]

Are we now implying he's gay, Raps?

Not really. I was more implying that I'm not getting served by a woman, though the serving in question ran a little differently to his.

Rapscallion

[Becks]

Well, that was another option in my mind, but I was trying to keep things PG or more child friendly.

[Zombi]

Just before I left Australia, there was a letter to the editor in the West Australian. It was mostly just ranting, but one line which struck me was:
"I wouldn't get on a plane if I knew it had female pilot!" I had an image of this twit happily sitting on a plane, when the pilot comes on the PA:
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking..."
"Wait a minute...that's a WOMAN! Stop the plane this instant! I want to get off!"

He finished with "Women should get back behind the checkout, where they belong". Being a former checkout girl myself, I feel that we should put this prat behind one and see how long he lasts. It is a freakin' tough job!

[Shacky Whacky]

When I worked for Radio Shack, a man came in and went over to the audio tape stuff. I didn't jump on people right away and let them browse. After a few minutes I went to the man and asked if he needed any assistance.

SC: "Oh, you wouldn't know what I want. You're a woman."

[Grrrr.]

SW: "Well, sir, I don't know if that's exactly true, but what exactly were you interested in purchasing?"

SC: I'm trying to fix up some old reel-to-reel tapes that I have, so I doubt you can help me."

SW: Okay. You'll need a splicing block, a razor blade if you don't already have one, and this here splicing tape. Will there be anything else?

SC: How did you know that?

SW: I don't know. Maybe that 4 year degree in broadcast/cable communications had something to do with it.

[Jester]

SW: Okay. You'll need a splicing block, a razor blade if you don't already have one, and this here splicing tape. Will there be anything else?

Now now, SW, you can't forget the ever-important white pencil. Without that, he would be lost, and you know it.

(Inside joke from a fellow former broadcasting major who edited more shit than he cares to remember.)

[LostMyMind]

and this here splicing tape.

They still make them? I've been trying to find splicing tape for a while. (Yes actually do have a old fashion movie viewer/splicer)

[Shacky Whacky]

Oh, yes, I did tell him about the white marking pencil.
Jester, so you know all about making sure to "lay black", eh?
Funny, all those methods are probably outdated now. Even if I wanted to get in the business now, everything I learned in college back then is pretty much useless now. Although, I CAN chant in sanskrit. Yupper.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Good grief, I'm suprised you can even buy a edit bar anymore. (majored in Media Arts 20 years ago. Everything I know is obsolete. Into the tar pits with me.)