?

Log in

No account? Create an account
breeden
ursulav

Adventures In Retail

Dear nameless customer,

I would love to help you. Truly I would. I am very sorry that we were out of stock of the table you wanted. That does indeed suck, and I wish we had one to sell you.

However, when I have scoured the store and explained that no, we really don't have one, giving me a plaintive look and saying "But it's my birthday..." does not grant me the astonishing power to pull a full-sized drafting table from any of my orifices. Trust me on this one. The incantation required for that particular trick is a heckuva lot longer and requires at least fifty bucks up front and a working knowledge of Latin.*

Repeating that it is your birthday will not help. Nope, not the third time either, although it does start to get a bit...odd...at that point. Yes, the fourth time, too. You're a grown man, dude. You've got five, ten years on me at least. Belief in the magical wish-granting powers of birthdays should probably have passed off by age twelve.

I am not the Birthday Fairy. I do not have the legs for it.

I hope that the rest of your birthday was not the cavalcade of disappointment that this experience obviously was.



*And I will be crabby for DAYS afterward.