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Like many other first-time hagglers, Dougherty started out feeling a little sheepish and ended up finding the process rather exhilarating. But while buyers have the upper hand in this economy, there's still a fine art to the haggle. To learn it, we asked Teri Gault, who runs the popular savings website TheGroceryGame.com to show us her style. Gault turned a cost-cutting hobby into a career and says she gets a runner's high before haggling. She starts talking fast. She's pumped up. She's a bit strange. (See pictures of a grocery auction...
...These Republicans are sheepish because, like most students, they want to fit in. Imagine yourself, a Republican, at an Institute of Politics Director’s Dinner. Shirley Temple in hand, you prattle on with a state representative’s chief of staff. As he gushes about Governor Deval L. Patrick ’78, you realize—surprise, surprise—he’s a Democrat. Do you tell him you think Patrick’s speeches sound as corny as a 1950’s jingle? No, you just smile and nod?...
...that might’ve looked nasty but Mr. Oswald is such a dear. He can just get a little carried away when he’s singing alto.”Thus began my flaming flight to the back of the church. At first I felt real sheepish. I tried not to look at anyone, I kept my head down. But then I remembered why I was hoofing it back there in the first place: wasn’t I due what all these people already had? They all had hymnals, and I bet half of them sang flatter...
...Year Award last Friday night, the “Spider Man” and “Pineapple Express” star not only had to prove worthy of the honor—he had to prove that he was a man. Franco, who maintained a sheepish demeanor throughout the roast, first had his manhood called into question when Hasty Pudding Theatricals producer Pierce E. Tria ’10 brought up Franco’s admission to The New York Times that—despite growing up with a Jewish mother—he had never...
...Rabbi Hazan?” I asked meekly as I opened the door and 17 surprised faces met my sheepish one. It was Rosh Hashanah and I was Jewish in Rome, home of all things Catholic.An Orthodox woman dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and below-the-knee skirt approached the door. She looked confused. “I spoke to Moshe,” I said. A pause.“Moshe? Chi è Moshe?” she said.Earlier that week, I had phoned Rome’s Chabad House, a chapter of the movement that promotes...