so here i am giving away swag yesterday while demoing some cool new shiz when this fat guy comes up and demands i give him one of the books we give out after you've endured our spiel. i say "plz wait my good fatty, i have a survey i need you to take first" and he COUGHS RIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE GROSS SPITTLE HITTING ME OH GOD. he shrugs, does not apologize, and lumbers off in search of easier trade show loot.
to-day, i am running a mild fever and feel like death warmed over, and i still have a double-shift on demo duty followed by a distinguished mentally-challenged corporate party i am supposed to attend. orlando is a cesspit. pity me!
