I took a job at a local game store, which I probably shouldnt mention the name of for legal reasons. It's the Compleat Strategist and I'm the Saturday part-time guy. C.S. is headquartered in New York, with the flagship store across the street from the Empire State Building. They're in the business of games, and astute readers of old Dragon magazines (the ones in the single digits) will recognize their logo right away. The store I'm at has been in Falls Church since the 70's. Until recently it looked like it too. Some of that is because of the ex-manager...oh fine, I wont sugar coat it: all of it is because of the ex-manager, who we'll call Gill. Gill was crippled. I say that not to pass judgement or to be cruel, but because it's true. He was confined to his wheelchair by choice, from what I gather from close friends. He was monsterously fat, horribly lazy, and (maybe this last bit is a dig, but oh well) he smelled really bad.