…I manage to get about 5 steps out the door before the door guard catches up to me and grabs my cart, with the “sir” in his “I need to see your receipt, sir” somehow not very complimentary. This is apparently a stalling tactic, as shortly a few more blue-shirted employees make a move to block me from making any more progress toward my car.”
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Letters of Faint Praise and the Machines Who Read Them
By 12.8.05
Tom Bartlett writes letters to companies. Not angry, abusive letters full of bile and ant eggs, but gentle missives filled with light praise. They’re really not anything special.
