i bought the worlds tiniest remote control mini cooper for my nephew. i had got him a very cute pig puppet, at cracker barrel. so you know it was class. but he is now five, and in school, and too cool for fuzzy pink toys. such i learned when we went shopping together and he formed emotional bonds with the slime-cano and some monster thing that shot stuff out of it's arms. and so, remote control car it is. it's really quite hard to find a cool toy for a five year old. because they're really too little for a lot of things that they really want to be big enough for. and if i got something that the baby would choke on, my sister would hunt me down like a dog. so naturally, to make sure the toy is safe. mary and i have been driving it around the bank. dodging the customers, of course. i think i'll have to pick up one for myself.
i guess the piggy will go to grace. who is way too little. but we all know i don't need more stuffed animals in my life. or my house. not that i don't love them. i am a manatee, and i do like to eat and rest. but they take up a lot of space.
we have this one customer who comes in every friday. and since it's friday, and we're hella bored, we're always having some assanine conversation in which we involve him. ie: the true definition of slurpee, just how insightful is princess diaries 2, and on and on. he came in monday, which is rare, and i couldn't think of anything dumb to talk about with him. we were all dissapointed. and since he's coming in this afternoon instead of tomorrow i have to try and think of something to chat about. i'm thinking of draught beer in a can, genius marketing lie or no? unless anyone has anything more ridiculous. or i could always just run over him in my mini cooper and keep up my reputation for excitement that way.
it seems that people really enjoy the incompetence and unprofessionalism of my tellering style. who knew?