Lol.
There comes a time in a shopkeepers life, when you first start to notice the haggler..
Before that, they didnt exist..
I think its called adulthood.
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Its a bloomin nightmare!
But once it happens to you, you either join the crew.. or learn not to do it again.
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Life is drama.
It almost feels like you have seen everything but god.
I remember my childhood often, as a lesson on how not to treat people.
..But the world will always stay the same.
Empires are built on pain.
Your wage is written.
...I find a paradox in that.
Half the time complaining and the other half wondering why anyone would turn up.
..you would simply be too ashamed to ask again.
..no im kidding..
I have a passion for amateur dramatics.. being restricted in movement really brings it out in people.
Although i dont know if i would be any better with a little slack on the leash.. or if they would.
Lol i stopped asking because i dont know what things cost..
Although people ready to buy the next room.
...cant really beat em.
Im often reminded of this guy.. isolation is a strange cellmate..
www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime...years-for-shopkeeper-murder-a7180301.html?amp
..id rather win the crowd
Money is just another tool in the end.
Although i am only just learning that people in glass houses.. shouldn't throw stones.
