wickedflea | (no subject)

I went to this newsstand on Chapel Street to research photography magazines for the ad manager. I stood at the rack for a while, flipping through magazines and jotting down notes. After a while, this aged goon comes up to me and growls, "No writing down of anything in the store."

I shot him a "pffft" look and turned back to the rack. He kept standing there, so I looked back and said, "Are you serious?!"

"I'm very serious."

"Fine, whatever," I said, and leisurely turned through a few more magazines before leaving. Before I did leave, however, I made sure to thank the prick for his hospitality and inform him that I wouldn't be back.

What a jackass.