September 2010
18 posts
WatchThe T-Shirt War
Clients From Hell: Really, I'm not. →
My client wanted me to meet with his boss and asked me to ride with him. I agreed and got into the passenger seat of his car where I immediately noticed part of a girl’s weave on the floor. Me: “What’s the hair on your floor from?”
Client: “Oh that’s just pet hair. Some dog or something must…