.....and there's the daily guest starring of a manager from upstairs. He whoops and screeches and un-ironically calls friends bitch. None of which would bother me if he didn't un-ironically call people ugly as well.
I thought I was being cruel when I called them "sweater-bitches" but no, there's something about corduroy and too many mirrors that sends even the best of them slightly mad. Or maybe it just attracts the crazies like a moth to a cashmere knit.
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