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                   Spring day.  The door is held open by the 
                  Nintendo 64 lodged in the frame.  And people are flocking 
                  to the outside in the warmth of the approaching summer. 
                  Into the store rides our friend, the customer who always comes 
                  in to Gord's store, checks everything out, annoy's Gord with 
                  many questions, and never buys anything from Gord.  Not 
                  once in recorded history.  He was very much in the "very 
                  annoying" class. And by riding into the store, 
                  I mean that literally.  He rides his bike into the middle 
                  of the store and parks it in the middle. 
                  "You know, we discussed this last time that I have a bike rack 
                  outside for a reason." "But I'm afraid it 
                  might get stolen." "Perhaps if you used your 
                  bike lock that's on your bike at this very instance." 
                  "That's too much work.  Oh!  Is that Perfect Dark?  
                  Can I play?" "No.  That's reserved for 
                  paying customers." "I'm a paying customer." 
                  "What's your phone number?  I'll check your account." 
                  "Uhm... it won't be in there." "I know that.  
                  It was a rhetorical question." "I'll just 
                  go back there and watch then." "Might I 
                  suggest you move your bike then, perhaps somewhere like the 
                  bike rack?" "It will be ok right there." 
                  "It's in the middle of my store." But 
                  deaf ears those words fell on.  Anyway, customer walks in 
                  as this was happening, so Gord wasn't able to push the issue.  
                  Paying customer picks up game they ordered.  Paying 
                  customer hits bike with purse when they are turning around.  
                  It almost falls on her nice clothes and other bag on the 
                  ground. "Oh!  I'm so sorry!" 
                  "That's ok ma'am.  Let me take care of that." 
                  Gord yells to non-paying customer "Your bike fell over!" 
                  "That's ok.  I'll pick it up when I go back up front." 
                  Gord decides to walk around the counter and picks up the bike.  
                  Then Gord carries it to the door, out the door, and then 
                  tosses it 15 feet sending it crashing along the cement in 
                  front of the store. "What the hell are you 
                  doing!?" screams the non-paying customer as he runs up front. 
                  "You're bike fell over twice.  It landed just outside 
                  and to your left on the second time." 
                  <profanities ensue.> 
                  "Does this mean you've learned that using bike racks will 
                  prevent your bike from falling?" "Next time I see you, I'm 
                  going to kick your ass!" "Oh no!  Not 
                  'next time!'  Anything but 'next time!'  Much better 
                  than 'oh, right now.'  Have a good day.  Bike's to 
                  your left."  |