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I haven't had a migraine in years but the other day I got a real evil one. The damn thing lasted two freakin' days and started when my left hand went numb from the wrist down.
If I never have another of those it'll be too soon.
A frequent visitor to the cafe is a guy we call "Mr. Anything." Why he's called Mr. Anything, I still have no idea, but he reminds me a lot of Rodney McKay. Mr. Anything is an awkward man who shuffles in with an air of impatience and deposits three crumpled bills on our counter. He orders a large dark roast and a bagel, but if you charge him for cream cheese the ensuing tirade causes small animals to flee from their woodland homes far, far in the distance. Or so I've been told.
This isn't the only of his exploits. One Christmas he came screamed at a children's chorus because their program consisted purely of Christmas carols. Why did they have to wail in his store about the birth of Jesus when there were other holidays? And so on and so forth. On the other hand, when he get excited about something he'll be right there talking so fast and so nervously that his words trip over themselves in an effort to get out. Still, employee reaction seems to be divided. Some of us are amused and the rest hate him, his stupid hair and awful tee shirts.
I'm totally amused, but I think Mr. Anything is a pretty amusing guy.
Work has really been keeping me pretty busy. I don't mind but it would be pretty nice to actually have time off on the weekends and, you know, hang out with people I haven't seen in a while. Take some time off, maybe. Go to the beach and burn to a crisp in the sun. Mmmhmm. Maybe take a road trip to visit friends in that far off Texas land. Maybe actually have time to go to a con.
One day, people. One day.
If I never have another of those it'll be too soon.
A frequent visitor to the cafe is a guy we call "Mr. Anything." Why he's called Mr. Anything, I still have no idea, but he reminds me a lot of Rodney McKay. Mr. Anything is an awkward man who shuffles in with an air of impatience and deposits three crumpled bills on our counter. He orders a large dark roast and a bagel, but if you charge him for cream cheese the ensuing tirade causes small animals to flee from their woodland homes far, far in the distance. Or so I've been told.
This isn't the only of his exploits. One Christmas he came screamed at a children's chorus because their program consisted purely of Christmas carols. Why did they have to wail in his store about the birth of Jesus when there were other holidays? And so on and so forth. On the other hand, when he get excited about something he'll be right there talking so fast and so nervously that his words trip over themselves in an effort to get out. Still, employee reaction seems to be divided. Some of us are amused and the rest hate him, his stupid hair and awful tee shirts.
I'm totally amused, but I think Mr. Anything is a pretty amusing guy.
Work has really been keeping me pretty busy. I don't mind but it would be pretty nice to actually have time off on the weekends and, you know, hang out with people I haven't seen in a while. Take some time off, maybe. Go to the beach and burn to a crisp in the sun. Mmmhmm. Maybe take a road trip to visit friends in that far off Texas land. Maybe actually have time to go to a con.
One day, people. One day.