One time, I was on my way to New Orleans for a BARGE-like event. It was about noon. I stopped by the Copa, where I played at night, to score stuff from the gift shop to use as door prizes. They called a host to give me a comp. She showed up, looked at me in my jeans, T-shirt and old sneakers, and gave me attitude about how hard they are to get. She took my player's card and looked me up in the computer.
Her transformation was like the T1000 in Terminator 2. After that, she couldn't be more obsequious. I maintained my bored detachment...
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Date: 2008-03-30 01:49 am (UTC)One time, I was on my way to New Orleans for a BARGE-like event. It was about noon. I stopped by the Copa, where I played at night, to score stuff from the gift shop to use as door prizes. They called a host to give me a comp. She showed up, looked at me in my jeans, T-shirt and old sneakers, and gave me attitude about how hard they are to get. She took my player's card and looked me up in the computer.
Her transformation was like the T1000 in Terminator 2. After that, she couldn't be more obsequious. I maintained my bored detachment...