You haven't truly lived until you've watched somebody get roundly cursed out by a wild-eyed Eastern European woman, I think.→[More:] Today, the store was crazy busy, and as I was at the buyer's desk unloading boxes with my boss Neil (a man best described as a small graying pit bull with a New York accent that could slice tempered steel) when we noticed a woman standing in the aisle blocking the pathway to both the information desk and our buyer's area. Erin, our large West Indian female security guard went over and politely asked her to move. The lady started shouting. She had a huge head of gray hair blown out into a sort on neo-Seahag look accented with a gigantic pink bow, for jauntiness, I guess. Neil sauntered over to quiet things down and said loudly, 'Lady, your blocking traffic, you can't be here.' In a thick Eastern European accent she bellowed 'NO! IT IS YOU WHO CAN'T BE HERE!! YOU NEED TO BE SOMEWHERES ELSE!!' 'OH YEAH?' NEAL YOU COUNTERED 'YOU NEED TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU NEED TO GET THE HELL OUTTA MY STORE!' and pointed at the door. 'OH YEAH,' the lady said staring at both of them, 'FOCK YOU BOT'!! and walked out into the night.

I've decided that 'FOCK YOU BOT'!' is my new all-purpose rejoinder to life in general.

Also, stickycarpet dropped by and we went out for subs. That was cool.