Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 



So far, my ass remains of the unchewed persuasion. But the week's not out yet.

However, it would appear the Queen of Hearts logic isn't limited exclusively to my Head Office, as Mel can sadly attest to. Now, not everyone has seen Mel in what I like to call "Rage Mode." If you haven't seen it before, I heartily recommend you don't push your luck. It's something akin to witnessing the destructive force of Kill Bill's The Bride, a hurricane and pretty much every Chuck Norris meme in existence.

A day or two ago Mel got pretty much slapped in the face with such logic, and spent the rest of the day attempting to not go full Rage Mode...the result of which probably would have torn the universe asunder. It's at times like that I wish I'd gotten her enrolled in kickboxing so she could vent her rage on a punching bag. On the other hand, that would mean her punches to my shoulder every time I enter my patented Baka Mode would be that much more lethal. I don't know about you, but I enjoy my shoulder not being dislocated from its socket.


In other news, apparently I have sex appeal. Yes, yes, I know: it astounds if not downright boggles me too.

As Mel was working yesterday, she chatted with some customers who were perusing the jewelry: an older woman and her early-twenties daughter. Mel happened to mention that her husband (for those of you just tuning in: that would be me, just in case you missed it) worked in the mall. The mother then, with some surprise, verified what I looked like and told Mel that her daughter had been checking me out. According to Mel, when the daughter was informed of this she somewhat embarrasedly said, "Oh. Good to know he's taken, then." Which does make one wonder if I might have been asked out on a date later, had Mel not unexpectedly intervened.

Mel's having way too much fun teasing me about this. But I look on the bright side: for once, the girl crushing on me was older than ten.

Labels: Queen of Hearts logic for the Fail, the unbearable strangeness of being sexy

posted by Phillip at 6:50 AM