Well, you can pick your nose, you can pick your friends, but you can' pick your friend's nose. On Dec 29, 2010, at 1:36 PM, Julie <julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: > So I'm finally out of there and I go for a lunch down the road at > Thundercloud and who gets in line behind me but the guy who was right behind > me at the tax office. He was the most disgruntaled of all. He was the one > that was cursing. He stormed out of the tax office saying that he is not > going to waste his time picking his nose waiting. Again at Thundercloud he > brought up nose picking but the service was quick and all went well. > > > > On Dec 29, 2010, at 1:24 PM, "Denis Dodson" <coocoo@xxxxxxx> wrote: > >> They will be in your position sooner or later. You have a need, let them >> take care of themselves. Let 'em swear. They will be swearing at the ladies >> who can't figure out how to their job. It's not your fault. >> >> Boy, if I was there, I'd give them such a ... >> >> >> >> >> >> -----Original Message----- >> From: tcb-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:tcb-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf >> Of Julie >> Sent: Wednesday, December 29, 2010 1:03 PM >> To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx >> Subject: [tcb] I am causing trouble >> >> >> I went to get a VW registered as a classic with an old set of plates at the >> tax office and the lady there can't figure out how to do it yet she has done >> it before for me and the line behind me is a mile long. I even sat down for >> awhile so that other people can get out of here. People are to the point of >> swearing. I have been here for over an hour. Another lady came back from >> lunch. They are both working on my registration now. If looks could kill I >> would have been killed many times over. I feel so bad for the other folks! >> >> >> >