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You are my HERO. You have described, with this, 99.9% of my customers. And this why I often come home five days a week wondering how my desk isn't dented and I don't have a concussion.
Joi, come now. You've been here long enough to know not to read a GK post while eating and/or drinking. Tsk, tsk....I expected more from you, young lady.
I know, I know, you'd think I'd know better by now...
"Eventually, everything that you have said becomes everything you will ever say." Eireann
I trust you at least wear deodorant while you're doing it, Jester. >.>
This guy was pretty....skizzy, and managed to touch several senses when I walked past him. Also, he was on one of those little "I beat up a 6 year old and stole this" bikes. So the image of him desperately peddling to catch a bus was rather absurd.
I can't comment on the vibe you got from him, but trust me when I tell you that after I have been hauling ass for several miles on my bike, I am not exactly smelling like a rose. More like a field. Of manure. Or whatever. You get the idea. Jester gets rank when sweating his ass off on a bike. Which is generally the condition one will be in when one is racing after a bus on a bike.
And the hooded sweat could be there to sweat more, as some cyclist are pretty extreme, and I can hardly explain this type to myself, let alone to anyone else.
Noooooooo~ You’re supposed to be restricted to <order line company> only! Centuries past when your darkness first crept upon our lands, it was all we could do to insure your evil was sealed into a single phone number. Never to venture beyond its confines of ugly designer clothes and $600 sunglasses. This is bad….the seal must be weakening. It’s beginning to seep out into other lines….we must stop it somehow.
I have a theory about this. About 30 years ago, your father and 3 of his friend, one of them being a wolf/human creature placed that seal. Your father chose to stay close enough to the seal to keep an eye on it, so he settled down in Canada where you grew up. The other 3 left as far away as possible.
But hey at least you get to turn into a powerful wizzard who can cast 2 Bahamuts in a single spell now that you've acquired the powers from the crystal shards that had bound the seal.
To right the countless wrongs of our days... We shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise...Oh, what a wonderful world such would be...
I can't comment on the vibe you got from him, but trust me when I tell you that after I have been hauling ass for several miles on my bike, I am not exactly smelling like a rose.
Tell me you at least ride a grown up bike though? -.-
Quoth Mr Hero
I have a theory about this. About 30 years ago, your father and 3 of his friend, one of them being a wolf/human creature placed that seal.
Unfortunately ( well, fortunately to be honest ) my parents are divorced. ;p
But...I can't deny that some of my dad's friends may or may not have been wolf men. Also some of my uncles on his side of the family. Or bears, possibly bears.
Still, I'll take that over a dickhead with a 9 tailed fox. <cough>
If the rest of my theory is correct, by the time you traverse through the Dimensional Rift aka Nunavit, you'll be acompanied by 3 princesses. Surely you can't complain about that.
To right the countless wrongs of our days... We shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise...Oh, what a wonderful world such would be...
Yes, I do. A very grown-up bike. But that is not to say I always did, nor that every bicyclist does....nor that if I had a "not grown up" bike I would be any different in my racing habits when on the road.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
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