Part I in how the moosh came to be here.
Welcome to Part II.
“Radio Shack, this is Todd, how may I help you?”
“Hi, uh, is Cody there?”
“Yes he is, one moment please.” (Pause)
“Thank you for calling Radio Shack, this is Cody, how may I help you?”
“Uh, hi, Cody? This is Casey, from Fredericks down the hall? (Yes, I said Fredericks.) Um, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?”
“Uh, sure. Let me get your number.”
(number exchange takes place)
“I’ll call you when I get back from New York next week.”
SQUEEE!!!! New York? He must do something really cool and important to be going to New York! HE’S GOING TO CALL ME! SQUEEE!!!! I asked out cute Radio Shack boy. La la la. I’m going on a date.
Just then a nosy customer in my store piped up. (I say my store because I was manger. I say nosy because who cares what she has to say? I was going on a date with RadioShack boy.)
“Good job, that’s how I met my husband.”
(Internal dialoge) WHAT? SHUT UP! I don’t want a husband! Are you kidding me? They require maintenance and a COMMITMENT! I don’t do commitment. NO HUSBAND. They get FAT and DEMANDING. And the commitment! OH THE COMMITMENT. Nope. No way. Just lookin’ for a little action, not the ol’ ball and chain.
(External dialoge)”Uh, congratulations. I’m actually not in the market for one of those just now.”
Tuesday came, and he called. (SQUEEE!!!!)
To be continued…
Your questions? OH! Your questions. I LOVE THEM. November is going to be the BEST MONTH EVER, thanks to you. (And you, and you over there, and you back there with the screaming toddler.) In fact I love them so much I’m going to start with this one from Schrodinger’s Cat. (I don’t know how to do the dots. I don’t even know how to properly spell umlaut. The o is supposed to have umlauts, adjust accordingly.)
If you were to get infected with rabies: list people you would bite.
So if you watch the office you’ll know the off color jokes I have at my disposal. But guess what? There really IS a rabies charity, THERE’S AN ENTIRE WORLD RABIES DAY.And guess what EVEN MORE? When you get rabies or they think you have rabies you have to get like a bajillionty (expensive! Hi Erica!) shots IN TENDER AREAS OF FLESH.
So I wouldn’t bite anyone. Rabies is the foaming barking killer. With lots and lots of thick juicy shots in soft fleshy areas. Darn, that wasn’t nearly as fun as I thought it would be.