"I'll go check in the back." This is what I tell you when you are being unreasonable. Look, there are thousands of things for sale here, and if you want to be a dick/bitch about what we currently don't have, well... allow me to go check in the back for you. Maybe, just maybe, back here in this magical back room, I'll find your special item. And look! There it is! The last one, too! Oh, but wait. You were being a total fucker. So instead I'll just sit on this box and type this out, have a smoke, and then I'll return to your grumpy mug empty-handed and feign concern. —Anonymous
The Back Room Deal
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