Mike Lane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
newroutines) wrote2017-11-23 09:22 pm
newroutines) wrote2017-11-23 09:22 pm
No Thanks Mansion on Phoenix Way, Thursday
"-- Well, uh, see, my wares take more time to make so Black Friday sales aren't really my --"
The holidays weren't Mike's favorite time of year. Not by a long shot. He had a tendency to hermit it up, or to go far away and make life choices of dubious level of smarts. So you'd think he would've been thankful (no pun intended) for this distraction.
But he wasn't.
Maybe it had to do with the demanding voice at the other end of the line. "Look, Mrs. Woodward," he said, just barely keeping from snapping, "I'm sorry but there's not going to be a sale. And shouldn't you be too busy today to be trying to haggle with me about tomorrow's prices anyway? So, happy Thanksgiving. I have to go now."
When he hung up, he turned his phone all the way off on impulse. Today was going to be a beer and Netflix kind of day, he was pretty sure of it now.
[ooc: Idk. But open, sure.]
The holidays weren't Mike's favorite time of year. Not by a long shot. He had a tendency to hermit it up, or to go far away and make life choices of dubious level of smarts. So you'd think he would've been thankful (no pun intended) for this distraction.
But he wasn't.
Maybe it had to do with the demanding voice at the other end of the line. "Look, Mrs. Woodward," he said, just barely keeping from snapping, "I'm sorry but there's not going to be a sale. And shouldn't you be too busy today to be trying to haggle with me about tomorrow's prices anyway? So, happy Thanksgiving. I have to go now."
When he hung up, he turned his phone all the way off on impulse. Today was going to be a beer and Netflix kind of day, he was pretty sure of it now.
[ooc: Idk. But open, sure.]