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"Oh man," Craig said, chuckling. "I can't wait to tell Mom about this."
"You will tell my sister nothing, do you understand?" Sylvia told him, stomping away from the furniture store and pushing past the other pedestrians. "I won't have her going off on another rant about my 'opulent' lifestyle and its alleged effect on my world view or whatever. It's quite enough that you're judging me, so let's just leave it at that."
Craig had to step lively to keep up. "It was a couch, Aunt Syl. A couch."
"It was the centerpiece of a design concept I had been planning for my living room for months, Craig. A lot of time and effort went into picking out that Ester Norton Original Seating Apparatus.""Ester who?"
"It doesn't matter! The point is that suddenly deciding you're not going to carry the designer furniture line you've been carrying for YEARS without alerting your most loyal customers is incredibly bad business. I mean, do they have any idea how much money I've spent there?"
"If they didn't, I'm sure they do now. The security guard that detained you said you repeated that same question something like thirty times. Someone working must be at least a little curious to find out after all that."
Sylvia stopped and turned toward her nephew. "All I'm saying is that they could've emailed or Facebooked or twooted that's all."
"'Tweeted,' Aunt Syl. And you don't even use any of that stuff, not to mention the way you shut me down the moment I mention shopping online for..."
Sylvia raised her hand to Craig's face and shushed him. "I must mourn the end of my shopping privileged. I feel a highly-price caffeinated drink too large for me to finish might do the trick. Maybe if you promise not to say anything to your mother, I just might buy you one, too."
To be continued...
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When considering the redesign of Woot, we thought about this design, subtly suggesting an association with a certain other successful web entity. Bet you can't guess who!
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1803, WASHINGTON D.C.
President Thomas Jefferson opens an amusement given him by his friend, Franklin Rutledge. The amusement is referred to as "The Duly Sealed Carpetbag Of Curiosity, Mostly Likely Of Value To None" and is often considered to be impossible to procure, even for a Mason! Once opened, Jefferson is astonished to find he is in possession of Arkansas, New Mexico, Missouri, Oklahoma, Iowa, Kansas, Nebraska, most of Colorado, a pair of Dakotas, and Louisiana. Naturally Jefferson is all smiles in public, but in a later letter to John Adams, Jefferson confesses "…sooner I would have had the large flat fireplace of which I was most enamored; still, (the territory) is a fine addition to the Nation for which it seems we so recently fought."
1917, NEW MEXICO.
Pancho Villa evades General Pershing and 5,000 U.S. Army troops for almost a year, across a strange and unexplainable path that sometimes curves back upon itself. This path, christened "The Smartpost Trail" by Major J.B. Rutledge, is later used to transport packages across the country at a low cost, but with speeds approaching those of the glaciers.
1938, NEW JERSEY.
After a harsh Halloween Eve, Grover Rutledge proves his spirit by getting up early to sweep the remnants of the Martian war machines into his custom-printed boxes. When the government arrives, Grover Rutledge is in a position to offer them a fine deal on the refurbished electronic components, and at a price far below what they might expect! Customer service issues are redirected to a small corkboard outside the offices, and two stout men are hired to remove the pins from any message containing profanity.
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