The shipping area...

The more I look at this picture the more I wonder how we could possibly run so much business from such a ridiculous shipping area? It is cramped, it is ugly, it is a mess. Bleech.

The shipping area is one of the last areas on our master plan to get fixed up right. To the right of the current shipping area is my office, and the official TheWarStore intercom is usually some wall pounding followed by a resounding NY style "Hey Yo!".
Of course in Philly they say"Yo" all the time. But here in NY, no self respecting person says "Yo" without putting the word "Hey" in front of it. Why? Well that is just the way it is my friends. You may as well ask "Why is the sky blue?'. Don't bother asking, the answer will bore you.

Seated at the desk is employee #1, my friend Don. Don has an uncanny knack for games, and is the kind of guy who can hold a sealed Chimera box in his hands and tell you what sprue is missing. Don is often on various forums, usually causing the sort of trouble that makes me glad his nickname doesnt mention our store. He hates power gamers, cheesemongers, and 'wise in their own eyes' malcontents. He likes fine whiskey, fine women, and of course, fine women who buy him fine whiskey. Since he believes photos take away a bit of his soul we usually have to sneak pictures, and then only from his back. He would like to point out that the mess is not his, except the ever present Ice Tea bottle. It is usually attached by a flap of skin to his hip.

So anyway, as soon as we can get wired in the new store area this old shipping area will be history. You now can understand why we are anxious. And since the shipping area is between me and the bathroom, it will be nice to not have to climb over your packages to get to the facilities.

All in due time I guess...
Neal