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And still costumer service never talked to the shipping department and they really never got the right grade copper.. nothing changes if nothing changes...
nope, that guy is drinking wine while dictating to a slave - it's also wet clay in babyloniaImagine the frustration of getting the wrong copper, and then having to sit down and engrave the fucking complaint letter! Still, without the right copper to work with, I suppose the complainant had a lot of time on his hands...
I just have this vision in my head of a short, balding guy in a toga hunched over a tablet with a mallet and chisel, mumbling and cursing through gritted teeth as stone chips fly up around him as he works...
nope, that guy is drinking wine while dictating to a slave - it's also wet clay in babylonia
why? he can read and write and slave-wise he has gotten one of the better jobs (i state that decidedly not in a desantis way)Well fuck me, that sounds way better, doesn't it? Except the slave would probably disagree.
All of this imagery in my head is totally caricaturized, coming straight out of an old volume of Asterix and Obelisk.