I ate the humble pie 2 Saturdays ago, and I didn't die like I thought I would. No, I am not proud, but there are many things I would not take. Way back in Secondary School, some of my seniors used to call me "polietly rude". Now that used to get me in stitches (behind their backs of course, if not, I'm sure I may not have been alive to tell the Story today). How can someone be polite and rude at the same time? Where was I...? Ahh, the humble pie... I had to make some beads for a customer, but she didn't like the materials I used. Unfortunately, she didn't mention it to me before I made it, I used crystals and she didn't like the fact that they were shiny. it was when she saw the picture she mentioned it to me. I was flustered. What do I do? I had already spent the money on these beads. Who would I sell them to? By the way, I had spent about 3-4 nights steadfastly on this as I work during the day. I had even told her two weeks, but it was ready...
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