Harry Who?
Or 'Impulse Buying on Opening Night.'
The Subway I work at is inside a Walmart here in Southern Maryland (ie. Nowhere, The Middle Of) which closes at Midnight. Just before they closed, they opened a crate of Potter books. There were, oh, twenty people left in the store, about twelve of whom even cared. I picked up a few; one for me, one for my brother, and I think I'm going to return the third because I can't think of anything to do with it. I'm really bad with impulse buying. And the longest line I had to wait in was because they'd 'accidentally' closed down their register early.
I hope the Borders sons of bitches who didn't hire me got ripped limb from limb.
The Subway I work at is inside a Walmart here in Southern Maryland (ie. Nowhere, The Middle Of) which closes at Midnight. Just before they closed, they opened a crate of Potter books. There were, oh, twenty people left in the store, about twelve of whom even cared. I picked up a few; one for me, one for my brother, and I think I'm going to return the third because I can't think of anything to do with it. I'm really bad with impulse buying. And the longest line I had to wait in was because they'd 'accidentally' closed down their register early.
I hope the Borders sons of bitches who didn't hire me got ripped limb from limb.