Today's newsletter from TheNib.com advertised, among others, this book which I immediately wanted to purchase:
A couple of clicks later I was filling in my details, until this:
Ouch! I suddenly felt... I don't know, like a kiddo not allowed to join wonderful others in the sandbox during playtime - I know, I can become a wee bit of a drama queen after a couple of red wine glasses, but his is Friday night, so...
It's with a heavy heart that I typed Amazon in my browser - almost looking away from my keyboard - only to find that that book was available to order and be delivered to me here in France via Bezos' slot machine. Not satisfying at all - you know me, I am more about 'eating the rich' than feeding them.
Well then, let's type 'acheter Queer As All Get Out' in the friendly 'let's spy them all' Google, which easily led me to purchase the aforementioned book through an England-based book reseller delivering all over the world, to no extra cost.
Obvious lesson #1: not to give up
Obvious lesson#2: remain aware that there's always an alternate solution
Hard fact: Fuck you! Jeff Bezos. You won't get a dime on this one (but I'm willing to send you a sample of my pee if it can help your engineers come up with a new fragrance for your preferred luxury car).
And... Voilà. End of my end-of-week delirious tremens.
PS: if you've read this post entirely then you’re worth meeting :-p
