You are the customer who came into the small shop I work at and deliberately turned away when I said, “Hello.” There’s no hard sell, lady; I was just acknowledging your presence. Then you walked around with your nose in the air just like the cliché you are. You heaved a huge sigh, then yelled at me, “Why are there no prices on anything in this store?” Jeez. I wanted to say it’s because I like to scrutinize you, then invent a price based on my assessment. But I didn’t. Instead, I said there’s a manufacturer’s tag hanging inside every collar with the suggested price, and that’s what we charge. Even snooty people like you.
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