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		By: UH		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[He&#039;s correct, of course. Guys do love that.  Even from women with whom we&#039;re in those &quot;it&#039;s not exactly a relationship&quot; relationships.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He&#8217;s correct, of course. Guys do love that.  Even from women with whom we&#8217;re in those &#8220;it&#8217;s not exactly a relationship&#8221; relationships.</p>
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		By: Joots		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ah, frig, eh? You just gotta love those moments. I was in the pharmacy today, and one of the cashiers came down the aisle where one of her co-workers was taking inventory. She was all, &quot;Hey Grumpy.&quot; And this went on for about ten seconds. &quot;Grumpers. Mr. Grumpy Poo. Grumpity Doo Da. Grumper Thumper. Who&#039;s a grumpy boy.......&quot; It was past the point where she knew damn well this hadn&#039;t been the right approach because said Grumpy Frumpy was just staring ahead in that way that we allow ourselves once every six months in front of co-workers, like we&#039;ve saved up for the day when we can actually be ourselves? Only she kept going because she clearly needed things to end well, when I probably just would&#039;ve said, &quot;Ah, feck it,&quot; which actually is the correct response because it cuts to the chase. She wasn&#039;t having it though. She went the sensitive route. &quot;You wanna talk about it? We all have bad days. You take all the time you need. I&#039;m here for ya.......&quot; Finally she walked away and I looked down the aisle at this guy and he looked like he was just about ready to break something. 

People, eh? Can&#039;t live with &#039;em.....  ;)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, frig, eh? You just gotta love those moments. I was in the pharmacy today, and one of the cashiers came down the aisle where one of her co-workers was taking inventory. She was all, &#8220;Hey Grumpy.&#8221; And this went on for about ten seconds. &#8220;Grumpers. Mr. Grumpy Poo. Grumpity Doo Da. Grumper Thumper. Who&#8217;s a grumpy boy&#8230;&#8230;.&#8221; It was past the point where she knew damn well this hadn&#8217;t been the right approach because said Grumpy Frumpy was just staring ahead in that way that we allow ourselves once every six months in front of co-workers, like we&#8217;ve saved up for the day when we can actually be ourselves? Only she kept going because she clearly needed things to end well, when I probably just would&#8217;ve said, &#8220;Ah, feck it,&#8221; which actually is the correct response because it cuts to the chase. She wasn&#8217;t having it though. She went the sensitive route. &#8220;You wanna talk about it? We all have bad days. You take all the time you need. I&#8217;m here for ya&#8230;&#8230;.&#8221; Finally she walked away and I looked down the aisle at this guy and he looked like he was just about ready to break something. </p>
<p>People, eh? Can&#8217;t live with &#8217;em&#8230;..  😉</p>
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