I was a real wiseacre in the 1990’s. Shiftless, malcontented, and always looking to see if I could get people to reflexively answer stupid questions like,”do these stairs go up or down?”
When I managed to ferret a circa-1940’s typewriter out of a thrift store, I simply saw in it potential; I can move mountains. I can summon the Kraken from the nether-worlds.
I can also bait KFC into a goofy, proprietary defensive posture:
I know. I come off as the heretofore-mentioned wheel-short-of-a-bearing. But remember, all I was really looking for was the entropic output of the administrative department.
I wanted a direct response. At least I got them to look me in the eye:
The employee who replied to you seemed so nonchalant, like, ‘oh yeah, this happens all the time. I have to write another one of these e-mails.’ Well, now I have to go around asking people which way the stairs go.
Erin @ Raised Reading
Wait until you see the letter I wrote to Charmin toilet paper. They were explicit that they had never received a letter like I sent them:)
Thank you for visiting my blog!
Woo hoo. I’m looking forward to that post!
I believe the only sensible answer to that question is sideways, the stairs go sideways.
You are more correct!
Her first clue should have been the Mickey stationery. That explains it right off. ; )
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