You don't have to say "Goodbye"posted Aug 22nd 2007, 10:02PM
Music: Bright Eyes- From a Balance Beam
He needed my help.
...And it wasn't just that, either; nearly everybody needs my help at one point, or another:
"Is there a washroom,"
"Where's your Drafting stuff,"
"Can I get a *Discount,"
"...Is this it?"
Not all questions are so easy to answer. Every now and then, some product seer will be searching for something I can't find. Corner to corner we'd search, running ragged with possibilities. Odds are, they were too hopeful, or flirting too heavily with our competition. Sometimes, they're just plain out of luck. Nobody likes it when that happens- especially when you're damned sure that you've found what you're looking for.
Like He was.
The words fell from his lips- A Greek Chorus wailing for assistance, kept silent with pride: "Do you know where the divorce kits are? The do-it-yourself Divorce kits?"
Yeah, I knew where they were- we were close to them as a matter of fact. But why was I so hesitant to move us towards them? Was my Heart Rebroken in Aisle Six A? Perhaps. Regardless, I guided him to the Kits, Aghast at the ease of Aquisition, the impersonal nature of Paper. We had found what we were looking for, and with a hollow "thanks," he left as all good customers do.
The pen may indeed be stronger than the sword, but hands are fickle-
hands weild both.
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