Fleeced By Five Extra Sheep — An Embarrassment of Richesse.
Walk into CHAPS on the Downtown Mall and ask Tony the owner, “What’s good today?” He steers you toward the grilled-cheese; do you take him to court for not recusing himself from recommendation of his own products? At Crutchfield a sales-clerk tells you Bose are better speakers than Sony, do you assume this advising comes from an impartial Consumer Reports writer, or from a company employee? In the consignment shop, would you imagine the bric-a-brac is sold without a percentage going to the store itself?
Our local gentil-bonhomme gazillionaire, hotelier, and haircut-model, as reported, is contesting that a self-identified executive employee of an auction-house, which stands to benefit in commission from every item there sold, when asked for an opinion about the purchase of a painting (one of 64 similar works, but with five extra sheep), recommended that purchase. Unconfirmed, but he might also have suggested to try the cheese-danish at the breakfast-bar.
Time for a new FFA, eh? Jello-wrestling here, our faves are already be-thonged. The Rant Line is crass and probably collusional with scales tipped by the butcher’s finger behind the lamb-shank, but continues to be read by those of us who would walk away from anyone drivelling and spouting that shite from a soapbox in a public place. Regulars here taking heat a-plenty of late, and exuding adequate themselves; catfights and beeyotch-slaps abound. Welcome to a new FFA slipping to the bottom rungs of the ladder we greased ourselves.
