I hate living on a different continent
You mean I don’t? (live on a different continent, that is) Would you please tell every shipper that bit of information? When I am told that I am not part of the continental United States, I smile (okay, sneer) into the phone and ask sweetly (honest, I do) “and what continent do you live on?” Only to hear – well, you know what I mean? “No, I don’t, really. I live on the North American continent – do you live in India or somewhere else?” Ummm – no. “Ahhh, I thought not. You see, (youngling) we both live in the same hemisphere – on the same continent – you must mean that I do not live in the contiguous states – is that right?” Ummm – yes, maam – but you still have to pay extra shipping.
sigh.
Posted: September 18th, 2006 under Family.
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