December 1st, 2011
Once again, I’m typing to you from the wee hours of the morning. On an unrelated note, the funeral for my sleep schedule will be held next Sunday at 8:30pm. All are welcome.
As time goes on the questions and comments I get, while incredibly stupid, faze me less and less. I come into work every day knowing that something ridiculous will happen. Derek Jeter one day, “broken” devices the next… I’m waiting for someone to streak across the store, because at this point, everything else is pretty tame.
That said, the above interaction did occur today, and only god knows how her TV being made of “black plastic” would lead me in the right direction.
Maybe I’m just the one that’s crazy. It seems like the only logical conclusion these days.