Amusements
Someone has written on several newspaper boxes in my area. Mostly it's political slogans encouraging people to think for themselves. One constantly makes me laugh. It says "meaningless dribble." I think that was the foul I kept getting called for in High School basketball.
As some of you know, I write jokes every few weeks on the whiteboards of the video store where I work. Usually they're topical. The latest has suggestions for scary but low-effort costume ideas, like tax auditor or std tester. This week a woman and her two daughters came in saying they'd seen on the sign outside that there was a costume shop in the mall. I explained that no, there isn't, it's a joke on our sign. I explained this in a clear friendly manner, even though I was dying to roar and my coworkers and manager were looking at me in disbelief. The women left, but continued to look for the costume shop inside the building! Wow. I'm not sure if the teenagers were also semi-literate or if they've just gotten used to humouring their mom.
We have a new dvd player that may continue to be ours. A customer called because the dvd he rented was stuck in his machine. He was irate and said our disc must have damaged his machine and made it not work. I went through the usual fixes (unplug it, allow it to reset, and begin again, etc.), all of which he claimed he did. He ranted more about how expensive the machine was. I suggested he check to see if it's under warranty, since the store where he purchased it might fix it for free. As a last resort I said he could bring the machine to us and we would try our best. Several days later, when his disc was due he came in, dropped the machine on the counter and said some cryptic things like, "here's your disc back," and "you're lucky I'm not charging you for a new machine." As he left he shouted "keep it!" I plugged the machine in, and pressed eject. The disc came right out. So I took the machine home and have been using it for over a week now.
In general happiness, the third catbox seems to work in that Archie doesn't prevent Nero from using it. I guess he feels happy enough with his two that he'll allow Nero one.
John's girlfriend has left after only a week or so here. I mentioned this at work. A coworker said "I knew a guy like that once. Good looking, but women always dumped him after a week or so. Turned out he was doing things to them, sexually, with fruit and vegetables." I don't think that's John's issue.
I've had to wake up about an hour before I finish dreaming. So I've had to leave a lot of dreams just when it's getting interesting, and there've been a lot of unfinished dream tasks. I finally got enough sleep. I even had time for a brief epilogue, Quinn Martin-style after rescuing the hostages and defeating the badguys.
As some of you know, I write jokes every few weeks on the whiteboards of the video store where I work. Usually they're topical. The latest has suggestions for scary but low-effort costume ideas, like tax auditor or std tester. This week a woman and her two daughters came in saying they'd seen on the sign outside that there was a costume shop in the mall. I explained that no, there isn't, it's a joke on our sign. I explained this in a clear friendly manner, even though I was dying to roar and my coworkers and manager were looking at me in disbelief. The women left, but continued to look for the costume shop inside the building! Wow. I'm not sure if the teenagers were also semi-literate or if they've just gotten used to humouring their mom.
We have a new dvd player that may continue to be ours. A customer called because the dvd he rented was stuck in his machine. He was irate and said our disc must have damaged his machine and made it not work. I went through the usual fixes (unplug it, allow it to reset, and begin again, etc.), all of which he claimed he did. He ranted more about how expensive the machine was. I suggested he check to see if it's under warranty, since the store where he purchased it might fix it for free. As a last resort I said he could bring the machine to us and we would try our best. Several days later, when his disc was due he came in, dropped the machine on the counter and said some cryptic things like, "here's your disc back," and "you're lucky I'm not charging you for a new machine." As he left he shouted "keep it!" I plugged the machine in, and pressed eject. The disc came right out. So I took the machine home and have been using it for over a week now.
In general happiness, the third catbox seems to work in that Archie doesn't prevent Nero from using it. I guess he feels happy enough with his two that he'll allow Nero one.
John's girlfriend has left after only a week or so here. I mentioned this at work. A coworker said "I knew a guy like that once. Good looking, but women always dumped him after a week or so. Turned out he was doing things to them, sexually, with fruit and vegetables." I don't think that's John's issue.
I've had to wake up about an hour before I finish dreaming. So I've had to leave a lot of dreams just when it's getting interesting, and there've been a lot of unfinished dream tasks. I finally got enough sleep. I even had time for a brief epilogue, Quinn Martin-style after rescuing the hostages and defeating the badguys.