From: dragon.jean-AT-uqam.ca
Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 15:05:34 -0500
Subject: Re: Lice


>Jean Dragon wrote:
>
>	Kick you own ass
>
>
>Dear Associate Professor,
>
>I appreciate your concern.
>
>Just for fun, I will relate a charming story of how I accomodated a young
>professor in my long ago past.
>
>He was a truly horrid creature. Cute in a way but so mean that I reckon he
>ate his students for breakfast.
>
>I was manager and buyer for a bookstore in the city, not far from the
>university where this little troll was employed. He intimidated my clerks so
>badly, boys and girls alike, that they could bear to take his orders. He
>often had the girls in tears. Hence, it was my duty to attend him. I often
>wondered if he did this on purpose because he would rather deal with me.
>Some men prefer bitches.
>
>He never made me cry. If he attempted to be rude, I would say, "You know
>that I will not tolerate your insults. Save it for your students."
>
>For some reason, he ordered large quantities of books from us, ten or
>fifteen at a time. It was a tedious matter to have to look up all the titles
>and write up all the orders. Ingram did not carry the titles he wanted. It
>would take about an hour to get his orders straight and he was not
>appreciative of any effort on his behalf. He seemed to enjoy a position in
>which he clearly had a subordinate at his mercy. He enjoyed my sharp tongue,
>no doubt, but he knew that he was the customer and that I was bound to serve
>him.
>
>One day, he came to pick up a large number of books that he had ordered. For
>customers who bought such a large quantity of books, I gave our large
>shopping bags for them to carry them. I reached for a bag and the only one
>that was left was a white one with the picture of a large pink pussy cat
>with large pink ribbons about its neck and head. Adorable.
>
>I said, "Oh, Peter, look. This will suit you." and I began piling his books
>into the bag. He stared at me uncertainly for a minute but, then, he saw
>that I was quite serious and that there was nothing that he could do about
>it. I was going to force him to take the bag.
>
>I finished wrapping his books and I handed him the bag. He blushed and said,
>"Thank you."
>
>As he left the store, I summoned my clerks to come to the window. I said,
>"Look at Peter and his pink pussy bag. Think I did a good job with him?"
>
>We had a good laugh at his expense. It did look truly funny to watch the
>professor who ate his students for breakfast and reduced my clerks to tears
>make his way down the street carrying his pink pussy bag.
>
>Indeed, it did suit him.
>
>Faizi


Nice experience!