tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541500.post8142973535079384402..comments2024-03-28T18:35:54.237+09:00Comments on BigHominid's Hairy Chasms: o-hae hajimaseyo!Kevin Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01328790917314282058noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541500.post-62715051642321077772008-04-01T21:20:00.000+09:002008-04-01T21:20:00.000+09:00I know what you're talking about, Kevin. It's not ...I know what you're talking about, Kevin. It's not so bad these days, but my former co-workers would actually leave their chairs to come over and inspect any bag I'd brought into work. I remember it driving my friend Herb into a fit, "I just want to bring my lunch in without having to go through airport security when I'm coming through the door!" <BR/>I can't eat anything in the staff room without someone's face looming over my shoulder like, "What'cha got there?"<BR/>"What I got here is none of your fucking business," I'd like to say. But I don't. It's the same thing I'd like to tell the people eyeballing the goods in my shopping cart all the time.<BR/><BR/>What <I>is</I> the deal with the snoopiness? Do you know?Jellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17527405263030519383noreply@blogger.com