I don't like to complain, really I don't.
OK, sometimes I do.
Surrounded by hipsters, listening to great music, drinking iced coffee...I'm supposed to be selling MTB like hotcakes, yet I'm in the section where the AC broke, the foot traffic missed us, and our view is of the building next door. HUH?
I bought a change purse made from a soymilk box, and I'm stoked.
Just trying to make lemonade...
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