There I was … waiting for the day … the moment … when I would make my 100th sale, the drumrole and the delight of gazing at that magical number. 100 …
And then what happens? The counter jumps from 99 to 101 … sone spoil-sport has ordered two items. Sigh. Serves me right for seeking precarious pleasures.
Now I have to pay … taking my long-suffering family out to dinner.
Not complaing really. It feels good when a milestone is reached