Answered Prayers
(or, "Finally, I Don't Have To Sacrifice Any More Goats!")
Toss rose petals into the streets, ring down angels from on high with sounding trumpets, and let loose hordes of Munchkins who can begin singing, "Ding dong, the witch is dead." The kiosk's days are numbered, and the number in question is in single digits.
Word finally came down from on high today that the kiosk will
not be a permanent entity. Which is just as well, since Mel probably would have rendered it a fiery, permanent entity...at least until the fire department removed its charred corpse from the mall.
I must admit that on a very personal if not selfish level, I for one am rather glad to know that the kiosk will be disappearing before the coming weekend is out. It means fewer headaches, less people to wrangle, and a much more simplified schedule for everyone. The fact that I think working at the kiosk was slowly driving Mel into a downward spiral lying somewhere between "depression" and "how many times can I puncture somebody's eyes with this rusty mitten?" also counts for added relief.
Very soon, there will be a gaping emptiness in the mall corridor where the winter kiosk used to be. I have never been brought so close to tears by this company. Well...actually, I have been brought to tears by this company multiple times. It's just for once they'll be tear of joy.
Today's Lesson: when you go to the bank to trade larger bills for small change and coin rolls, it's probably a good idea to show up with the larger bills you plan on exchanging.
posted by Phillip at 7:23 PM
