All of the following are things I wrote while at work today:
Cute British guy came through my register. I asked why he would come here and thus leave England and he said for the weather.
"But there is Doctor Who!"
"I could do without Doctor Who."
"Oh, that's like blasphemy to me!"
Then he said he didn't have a "telly" and I explained the joys if torrenting from the net.
Co-worker has Sailor Venus hair. Told her so, but she isn't as familiar with Sailor Moon as she is with Cowboy Bebop and Inu Yasha. Told her about Ranma 1/2 which she had never heard of.
When a customer knows where a product is with more certainty than yourself who works there it means two things...I need to walk the store more and thus dude needs to curb his addiction to home improvement stores.
Reading about hair and how it can be affected by the mood of the individual, likening it to other physical reactions to depression and stress, specifically: "an emotional crisis can often result in a breakout of hives, pimples, or cold sores". Suddenly I remembered a time during my freshman year of college when I broke out in hives for no reason. To this day I have not idea what I was allergic to, but I recall having met the male/boy/guy who would go on to muddle my mind for many years after, shortly before said unexpected and unexplained reaction. My body must have been trying to warn me, yes?
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