Jul 28, 2008 22:18
As if the complimentary gift wrap isn't enough, a lady came into my work today and forced me to write a poem in her grandmother's birthday card.
This is why I'm double majoring in Journalism and Creative Writing, people, it's so I can write about a grandma who doesn't like to get out of her wheelchair in iambic pentameter.
I'm not sure how much longer I can do this. I put two of my custom greeting cards in prominent places in the store today but no sales. Although, someone did pick one up and say 'neat'. But six seconds later the same person looked me sternly in the eye and asked why we didn't have more gift items featuring Scottish Terriers.
I can't make this stuff up.