Muggle–Bwahaha! I have to go to NYC twice a year. During the Seinfeld days, someone I do business with asked me if I wanted to go to the Soup Nazi. Huge line outside and it was mid-summer. I declined, fearing humiliation such as George experienced when he asked “Where’s my bread? Aren’t I supposed to get bread?” He was summarily dismissed FOREVER.
The Seinfeld episode I was referring to was the one in which George (probably, or it could have been Kramer?) went to a bank where…most of the details escape me…they promised to give you $100 or something if the teller didn’t greet you properly, such as “Hello! How may I help you?” George’s teller simply said “Yo!” Hilarity ensued.
I’m finished forever on the free samples at Costco, after I was there the other day and watched the lady turn her head, sneeze into her plastic gloves, and return to playing with the food. And no there was no changing of the gloves. Yikes!
I’m sure it happens way more often than I care to know, but once I see it, I’m done.
I’m finished forever on the free samples at Costco, after I was there the other day and watched the lady turn her head, sneeze into her plastic gloves, and return to playing with the food. And no there was no changing of the gloves. Yikes!
I’m sure it happens way more often than I care to know, but once I see it, I’m done.
I’m finished forever on the free samples at Costco, after I was there the other day and watched the lady turn her head, sneeze into her plastic gloves, and return to playing with the food. And no there was no changing of the gloves. Yikes!
I’m sure it happens way more often than I care to know, but once I see it, I’m done.
