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yelasmurf
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Birthday: 11/20/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: bargain hunting, watching live shows, finding cool happy hour places... avoiding boredom.
Expertise: i was thisclose to owning the saltine cracker challenge.
Occupation: Accounting/Finance
Industry: Banking/Finance
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AIM:  yelasmurf
Member Since:
4/18/2003
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| so there i was, on a lunch call with my coworker and a customer. i was enjoying my grilled salmon salad when all of a sudden a bit of the salad dressing managed to wander INTO my nose. no one seemed to notice, so i casually wiped my nose with my napkin whilst attempting not to appear as if i were using it as a snot rag. then i tried again.
efforts proved futile.
for a moment i pondered excusing myself to the bathroom but then decided against it since the customer was in the middle of an important conversation. it was quite awkward, sitting there at the table, making small talk to the customer all the while with a bit of balsamic vinagrette lodged up my nose. i kept wondering whether or not they could see what probably resembled brown snot in my left nasal cavity.
no one said anything, so i assumed one of the following:
a) i was clear or
b) they had the best "pretend-not-to-see-embarassing-what-have-you" act evar.
the lunch finally ended without a single utterance in regards to the balsamic vinagrette. relieved, i ran to the bathroom to cleanse my nose. clear! i made it through unscathed.
lesson of the day: eat salad carefully and maintain dressing control. | | |
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| so there i was, sitting innocently at ruggles cafe in rice village studying for my omega exam. suddenly over the loudspeaker i hear a booming voice, "will the owner of a 2002 beige camry please report to the register".
well, shit. i'm the owner of a 2002 beige camry.
rather cautiously, i staunter up to the front of the cafe.
"yes?"
"ma'am. we were backing out of our parking space and we accidently nicked your car and put a little dent on the bumper. we just thought you'd like to know."
"oh, let's go outside and check it out.........
..................wow. looks like a pretty big dent."
"we're really sorry. here's our insurance information. call them and they'll take care of everything."
it could have easily been a hit and run. never before have i met people with such integrity and honesty. you've got no idea how much anti-cynicism juice they injected in me over this weekend.
thank you, good samaritans.
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