Pulling into the station
October 04, 2004
I just found this site, thanks to a pissed off customer. Turns out, this asswipe is totally lifting our products (and by that, I mean images, item numbers, names, copy, even prices) without consent. If you don't already know, I work for a company that runs two GM owned retail websites. We don't fuck around. It is a total violation of the copyright agreements, too. The boss is pissed, but not nearly as outwardly pissed as the Ex and I are. See, most of those images were edited by the Ex. (Some of them are mine.) It takes a shitload of time to do these ones, too, because of the way we have to edit the background out and stuff. We're furious. The Ex wants to send the guy a bill - 30 minutes for each item at the rate of $100 an hour. So the boss just had me place an order with that company for one of the items that we stock here in our office. *evil laugh* Buh-uh-uh-uh-usted.Man, oh man.
Okay, so while I'm hyper again (hello grande mocha with extra shots), let me tell you about the psycho mother from the bowling alley.
On Friday, after dinner at El Torito, we headed over to the bowling alley to commence with the drunken bowling. There were seven of us, so we decided to get two lanes. It was pretty busy when we got there - which was to be expected for a Friday night - so we got two lanes, but they weren't right next to each other (lanes 42 and 45, if you were wondering). We got our shoes and trooped off to the lanes. We were deciding who should go to which lane when a girl from the counter came up and said "oh the lane next to yours is free so I switched it over so you can be next to each other." Coolness. Thankfully we didn't start bowling right away (hello, need those drinks, baby) because this woman started screaming and yelling. Oh my dog, you'd think that we'd stolen her velvet Elvis portrait. She was sitting in the funky seats for lane 41, the one the counter girl just said she'd moved our second lane to. So this woman jumps up and is standing there, yelling at the counter girl "Bitch get back here! I paid for that fucking lane, get your fat ass back here!" Okay, first of all, nice mouth in front of your 4 year old. Way to show her how to behave in public! Second of all, the counter is about, oh, 30 lanes away. In a crowded BOWLING ALLEY. You can't hear the people next to you, let alone someone 30 lanes away. Granted, had this woman been alone with her child, I can see her trying to flag the counter girl. However, she was with a large group of people (on the lanes next to her, 39 and 40). She eventually figured out that the counter girl could not hear her yelling and went up to the counter. Now, part of our group was on the way back from the bar and happened to hear the woman up at the counter yelling at the counter girl about how her 4 year old was crying about not being able to bowl and blah blah. The counter girl apologizes, gives the woman a free game and fixes the problem. She sends someone down to let us know that we're back to 42 and 45, sorry about that. (We could have cared less, we had booze now.) But let me tell you about this little girl. She wasn't even crying - not a tear in sight. In fact, she was up at the gumball machines trying to decide whether she wanted runts or a bracelet. I picked lane 45 to bowl on, as far away from that woman as possible. But the people on 42 said that she kept ranting about how fucking horrible that counter girl was, taking her lane away, blah blah blah. Lady, she apologized AND gave you a free game. It was an accident. Shit happens, get over it. The only person upset by it was you. Bah.
So that's the psycho bowling bitch story.
And now... random drunken bowling pictures...
Danielle, looking a lot like Tiffany... Strange.
(See the pink legs in the background? That's Bowling Bitch's kid.)
Shazzer, the name I have selected for her. How very Bridget Jones of me.
The Ex and his magic bowling ball. Bastard bowled better than everyone else. 233 or something.
'Nise and her Steve-o. (They bowled on Lane 45 with me 'n' Shazzer.)
And all of the other pictures came out too blurry. Apparently I am not meant to operate a camera while intoxicated. Screw that. I should have brought a disposable camera instead of the digital...
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