CSI: Calleigh's Skintight Itemsofclothing

...meanwhile Calleigh Duquesne's trousers* become ever more figure hugging...

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*I know. I couldn't find a still with her in trousers.

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Number of car park enquiries so far today: urgh. one. it grates even thinking about this topic now.

The attitude gets worse. Have just shouted at a man (albeit out of his earshot) that if he wants to know where Car Park 1 is, he should drive down to the airport and ask *them* because they're the ones that are giving him the shitty service while gleefully parting him from his readies.

The man today had the gall to look annoyed and frustrated.
He tried to talk to me through my office window. Hell mend him.

Me (in my head): "Yes, matey, it's a bloody mess, isn't it? I'm even more browned off with it than you are, believe me." Grrr-why-i-oughtta-etc