The customer is always underpaid, overeducated, and just plain wrong.

D is unhappy ;~( In case y'all don't know D and the spaz are master thingie sales units. Recently we had a hominid purchase said thingie from another thingie store. This is not, on its face, an issue. However, said hominid, had infiltrated the inner sanctum impersonating a groovy unit. We all were slightly bamboozled by the anthropoids pseudo phrenic conjurations. I believe that the biped up and secreted on its nadir. Not only were D's feelings damaged, but he/she's sence of self has been inexorably subjugated. Now the sanctum infiltrator will be forever religated to the threshold to contemplate the cool kids.