Tuesday, September 21, 2004 it's like with bears
At work, I meet a lot of terrified people. "It's going to be eleven," I said to a guy the other day. He had come to pay for his haircut, but instead of pulling eleven dollars* out of his wallet as I had been hoping he would, he got confused and said, "What?" with a blank look on his face.
"Your haircut will be eleven dollars."
He handed over some form of payment, and I made change or swiped it or whatever. When the transaction was over I said, "Thank you. Have a nice day."
He said. "I'm so stupid." I was like, *blink*blink*. "Of course you meant eleven dollars. What else would it be?" he said. I tried to reassure him that it was kind of a non-sequiter, but he kept his head down and left.
Don't worry, clientele.
I am the one who spilled another bottle of shampoo today. This was formulated for gray hair rather than blonde, so it was silvery blue instead of bright purple. It looked nice on the walls, but I cleaned it up anyway.
My clumsy lizard brain wants to paint, I guess.
posted by Frenz | 9/21/2004 01:10:00 AM
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