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fandomtownies2021-02-08 10:56 am
notallbluemonks) wrote in fandomtownies2021-02-08 10:56 am
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Atlas Gym, Monday (2/8)
So apparently somebody, and Beau had no idea who, had a bunch of promotional protein shaker bottles they wanted to have distributed -- as she discovered when an apathetic looking delivery person showed up first thing in the morning to have her sign for them.
"Dude, I'm not fuckin' signing for something I don't know anything about," she objected, glaring at the guy.
"That's not my problem," he informed her in a bored tone.
Beau ended up making him let her rip open the little plastic pouch on the outside of the box to look at the invoice, just to find out what was in the box, before she finally (grudgingly) signed for it.
So now the front desk had a bunch of bottles lined up all around the edge, all of them advertising something called Acme, and a sign taped underneath them that said TAKE THESE OFF MY HANDS (this is not an endorsement). Also Beau, behind the desk at her computer, furiously researching what the hell this Acme company was.
Results were maddeningly inconclusive; you could tell by the way she occasionally made a frustrated noise, shut the laptop, and went over to beat the hell out of a punching bag for a little bit before she went back to her attempted sleuthing.
[OOC: It's my WFH week and I have even less of a concept of time than usual. Whoops.]
"Dude, I'm not fuckin' signing for something I don't know anything about," she objected, glaring at the guy.
"That's not my problem," he informed her in a bored tone.
Beau ended up making him let her rip open the little plastic pouch on the outside of the box to look at the invoice, just to find out what was in the box, before she finally (grudgingly) signed for it.
So now the front desk had a bunch of bottles lined up all around the edge, all of them advertising something called Acme, and a sign taped underneath them that said TAKE THESE OFF MY HANDS (this is not an endorsement). Also Beau, behind the desk at her computer, furiously researching what the hell this Acme company was.
Results were maddeningly inconclusive; you could tell by the way she occasionally made a frustrated noise, shut the laptop, and went over to beat the hell out of a punching bag for a little bit before she went back to her attempted sleuthing.
[OOC: It's my WFH week and I have even less of a concept of time than usual. Whoops.]