"are we gonna be doing paypal?, no paypal at all? we are using who? and for example, let me see here, they are using master, visa, one second, bulls**t, one second, enter the shopping cart, hold on, for like on a standard bag, like a s**t bag, they are charging $12 on that, this is for two items they have $12.25 for shipping and these are the options, USA, UPS overnight, global priority, 3-5 days.. well, yea there other countries, you know, ..., so okay so we would do USA, UPS, US-PS is it supposed to be UPS? they don't do anything with UPS, nothing..., but this is the UNited States Postal Service, this is what it is... but what if I don't want to use UPS, because I do not want to pay the expense of shipping UPS okay?, allright?, okay... I'll make the time, okay, very good, talk to you later, okay..."... she writes a time into her calendar.
There is no air conditioning in the ice-parlor today. I get to use the computer in the corner, the one that plays Italian pop-hits all day. Next to me is an overdressed lady with a trigger happy cellphone. She came in cursing, she placed her order for two bags, I guess, or was she more of a company owner, who just cursed at the web developers?
She is now writing down the various shipping options from a bag-site... she is picking up the phone again...
"we're not gonna do personal checks, money orders?"
I guess she is a speedy (and very loud) "boss".
The weather is too hot and too humid for me to have any thoughts today.
She seems to be speeding down the lanes of success, clicking her way through sites and phone numbers. Cursing away.
Not the best commentary for the drawings below, I know. I will probably need to come back and edit, one day, when it will be nice and cool in a friendly quiet place.
