Dear Shops of M.V. Manager or whomever this affects the most:
We have a problem. Now, I'm all about solving problems, so I will offer the solution.
The problem: the kiosks, namely the Kiosk Sales People (let's call them the KSP)... you know, the ones up and down every inch of the bottom floor in your mall. You know, the ones who step in front of you, mid-stride, to ask "Can I ask you a question?" And no matter how friendly you say, "Not now, thanks," they continue with something stupid like, "You don't want shiny, luxurious locks?" You know, right?
The solution: Please be a dear and kindly remove them. Please.
Your Valued Customer,
andrea
ps - Could you also do something about the pungent scent that wafts out of Abercrombie and into every nook and cranny in your mall?
About Me
- andrea
- I'm a laid-back, outgoing inquisitor who has learned to enjoy the simple things in a demanding place. I’m told I’m funny and light and I’m told I’m intense and deep… my best friends are friends that can be at both extremes with me. I am fiercely loyal and relatively low-maintenance. Running is painful, walking is boring, Pilates is divine. Laughter, meaningful conversations and spontaneous romance keep my attention. I love the feelings associated with love; I hate the feelings associated with heartbreak – but I’ve found that love is worth it. I love to laugh and make others laugh. I appreciate all genres of movies, great music, and morning coffee – especially in the company of people I like. Sleeping in on Saturdays is a must. I hate self-entitlement, gossip, disrespectful cell phone users and unwanted input… ironic that I live in Orange County. I’m a jeans, t-shirt, flip-flop girl, but I like to dress up for a “night out.” I wish I could spend more time traveling and less time working. I can’t get over great food (from a nice restaurant, a hole-in-the wall or my kitchen); I treasure time with my friends, a hard laugh and a good cry. And lastly, Jesus is important to me.
4 comments:
Could not agree more. I have felt like punching a couple of them in the face.
When you have a kid in a stroller and another trailing you, as you are calling for them to hurry up...
NO, I do not want to try the hand cream. I don't care how good it is, or what your boss told you to do...
Leave me alone... or we will have some choice words.
Heartless, am I? Maybe, or maybe those people are crazy.
pungent is the perfect word to describe the abercrombie smell. well done! you crack me up
hello.....a new post please!!!! missing your special kind of humor.
KP
just here to politely remind you that it's been since DECEMBER 20th.
almost 3 months since your last post! ahem. and I know you don't have the excuse of reading Twilight because you finished that series!!!!
miss you friend!
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