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[wickedflea]

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.

Comments

[lunchboxface.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a lot of places like discount warehouses do that to prevent competitors coming in and getting all their prices using that info to set their prices. I don't know why the fuck a newsstand would do that though! I agree writing down 'fuck you' would have been fucking great. . . I should travel up there just to use that line like George in the seinfeld I watched last night.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah! I was kind of thinking of doing like Kramer in the Kenny Rogers episode, when he hung a bedsheet spray-painted to read "Bad Chicken" out the window. (His apt. was above the restaurant.) I think I'll try to rent the apartment above it so I can hang out a sheet that says "Kiddie Porn Emporium Downstairs."