Paste and Booze and Useless Milestones. (Oh My!)
As my little bit of nowhere was loading up tonight, it presented me with an interesting little tidbit: this is the 201st bit of nowhere! So uncork your champagne bottles (or barring that, the bottle of Corona beer you've got somewhere in the back of your fridge) and celebrate!
Come on, when it comes to drinking, you don't really need an impressive excuse to celebrate!
And somewhere out there, I'm getting the naughty finger-wagging for somehow helping promote rampant alcoholism. I'd argue that Lewis Carrol remains a more impressive operative for that sort of thing. I mean, think about it: would the Mad Hatter and March Hare really act that way if it was merely tea they were drinking?
And so, as Mel blows bubbles into the kitchen and Shay tries to catch or lick as many of them as she can, I'll run off on a tangent. Today at work found me amused by several moments.
The first was an elderly lady, very sweet and quiet, singing to herself as she casually shopped for purses. I have to admit that it was one of the most pleasant customer experiences I've ever had, and not much interaction happened between her and I.
And then there was this. A young lady came into the store today looking at handing in a resume. After she dropped it off and left, I took a quick glance at it. On the very first line, under the "Objective" category, she had written this. And I quote:
Objective - I am looking to work in a fast paste industry.
When she read this, my manager broke down into giggles for a few minutes. I'm sure you already have too. Ah, the wonders of when the English language breaks down in a horrible, smoking mess. I wonder if a computer grammar-checker would have caught this, since God knows a spellchecker wouldn't have.
Today's Lesson: there are few things more endearing or entertaining than in watching a Shih-tzu happily chase after a legion of soap bubbles.
posted by Phillip at 6:45 PM
