Walking into a furniture showroom shouldn't feel like a high-stakes aerial dogfight, but tell that to the salespeople locking onto us at 50,000 feet. Here is what happens when an introvert who avoids eye contact and a wife who makes instant best friends brave the retail danger zone.
First world problems, minor irritations
When I was a kid in elementary school, the lunch lady used to lecture my friends and I about wasting food. She would tell us that little kids in China or some third world country we had never heard of were going to bed with an empty stomach and we were throwing away perfectly good... Continue Reading →
Victim to the emotional sales pitch
I should have known it was coming. One of the tires on my car has been losing air for the past week. I've been filling-up the tire and it lasts for a day or so, before needing a refill. That's all fine, but annoying as hell when you’re trying to get to and from work... Continue Reading →

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