For the last five, I actively inhabited a neighborhood anyone I encountered with skin as white as privilege informed me I should actively fear.
It took all my strength just to whisper, "Shut up". Then, those tyrannical directions informed me I should tuck straw under the plants to keep the berries off the ground.
There was lots of predictable sneering from the geek chorus with reference to my, um, vivid imagination, so I was very pleased indeed when the first Czech man I met informed me that I should ignore the carpers, as Prague is such a fantastical city anyway that anything I could imagine of it could be true.
The owner's wife pulled me aside and "informed" me that I should take up Portuguese if I wanted to learn my "history" because speaking Kriolu would be considered speaking "slang".
"I took these to the store worker, and just as I was handing them over, my team leader walked in and saw me, asked me what I was doing, and when I told her, she grabbed the receipts out of my hand, informing me that I should have asked her permission first.
I started a series of quests at level 29, only to find that as it built to a crescendo, the game suddenly informed me that I should be at level 40 to continue, interrupting a compelling storyline until I'd gone off and spent hours gaining levels.
When I asked her why she was shaking her head, she stood by them all right, informing me that I should do a better job of "training" him.
Your price was accepted!" the site told me, then informed me that I should use a Priceline gasoline card.
The other day my sister-in-law, Janet, informed me that I should save a date in April 2008 for my nephew's bar mitzvah and lunch to follow at the Central Park Boathouse.
She had also informed me that I should look out for Alie Colman, a cousin of her friend Rochelle.
