RSVP

Tonight there is rather important hush hush meeting occurring. No one knows exactly who is on the guest list, but as the head cheese said it is "The Cream of the Crop". Now, I am not one of those, I am one that HAD to be invited, regardless of how creamy or or not I was thought to be. There has been talk among the troops as to who may or not be in attendance. Of course, the rumor train has to run on some fine tracks as to not alert those who were not invited and must.not.find.out!

The funny thing is, I am sure the Bigger Big Wigs than I, we are meeting with know that each and every attendee was hand picked as we must smile nicely, say wonderful things and join hands and sing Kumbaya.

An uninvited, who knows about the secret society meeting and I were talking, wondering what the evening will hold. No one really cares about what the events of the meeting will be as much as who indeed is the.cream.of.the.crop. Layoffs? Who cares. Salary adjustments? Who needs money. Transfers? Everyone likes to travel. Its the Guest list! I wouldn't be surprised if the Mob Bosses in Vegas were laying odds on it. (Maybe I stretched the truth a wee bit on the last one).

If I were the big cheese I would have asked the Had to be Invited ones, who the invitees should be as we deal with them more on a daily basis and know the mix of personalities a little better. Especially if you are counting on them to be nice little boys and girls.

It should be a very interesting meeting.

Ut Oh

In case you are wondering, it is never a good thing when the Fire Inspector comes into your store with a digital camera and clipboard.

Eee Gads....

Worn Out

Ever have one of those days where all your customers drove you ape shit and caused you to want to start drinking before lunch and not stopping until you just passed out?

Yeah, me either.

(I will be in the back room with the secret stash of vodka if anyone is looking for me, and I don't even like vodka!).

What's In A Name

An old man was just in the store and on his way out this conversation happened.

BossMan: Thanks Bud! Come back again.

Old Man: My name is George.

BossMan: Bye George.

Old Man: Bye Bud.

Shop Talk

Last weekend was quite busy here at work. Listening to people talk, its almost as fun as watching people at the airport. Here are a few of my favorite things overheard.
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Christmas music was playing on the radio, the song Feliz Navidad came on. This woman starting singing along. Instead of Navidad she was singing Da Di Da. Feliz Da Di Da. Her son (who was probably 30sih) tried to correct her. It was pretty funny listening to them argue over the words.
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An older gentleman came in with his wife and he was trying to remember if our store was a jewelry store at one time. I said that it was and pointed in the direction that the big safe used to be. He looked at his wife, and then looked at me and told me that the jewelry store was where he bought her wedding ring 47 years ago. Good stuff.

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A young couple was in with their 2 or 3 year old daughter. As they were paying they were trying to decide if they should use cash or a credit card. The wife said keep your money , I will put it on my card but then you have to buy me a corn dog. (There were lots of different food venders set up for an occasion they have every year here). When they finished up the mom said to the little girl "Lets go and get a corn dog". The little girl said "I don't really want a corn dog, do they have a casserole?". Does it get any cuter? My child would not eat a corn dog either but hell if she would ever ask for a casserole!
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No Kidding

I was just sitting here reading some of my favorite blogs thinking that this is turning out to be a boring day. Next thing I know I hear "Hands on your head". I look (ok, I go) outside and I count 10 police cars and an officer is yelling at a small group of people walking on the sidewalk to "Get into that (my) store". I kid you not. They had their guns drawn! I counted 3 shot guns and several pistols. (I stood in the breezeway watching not quite following directions). They got two men out of a truck and put them in handcuffs. They then surrounded the truck guns fully drawn still and pulled a baby in a car seat out. (I could not make this stuff if I tried, promise!). The baby was screaming like I have never heard a baby scream before. Poor little thing was soooo upset. Next thing we see one of the officers pick the baby up and let one of the men talk to the baby and give him a kiss. WTF?!?!?

As I stood there talking to one of the people from the sidewalk about all different scenarios we could think of they take the handcuffs off of the men???? Next thing I know they are shaking hands with the men and slapping them on the back. Again, WTF?? The guy I was talking to said he wished he was a lawyer at that point. A police officer walked over to tell us what happened. One of the guys owned the truck and at one point it was stolen and the DMV failed to fix it in the system when it was recovered. So, the plate came up as stolen, long story short.

After it was all said and done I thought that was alot of hype for it being nothing. Now that said, I am thankful they were doing their jobs and being safe rather than sorry . Why not try and pull them over and see what happens from there? (The police station is less than a half a block away and I am sure backups could have been there ASAP). I am sure they would have been happy to put their hands on the steering wheel and explained the situation. A little excitement to help pass the afternoon I guess.

The baby was happily toddling around the parking lot when it was all said and done. Can you imagine going home and someone asking you how your day was if you were one of those guys? Or the story to put in the baby book?

Please Don't Ask, The Answer Is No.

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Originally uploaded by Marlee Magoo.

This is the sign hanging up in the window as you come into the shop.

A couple of days ago a woman comes in looking a bit frantic.

Woman: Do you have bathroom?

Me: No, I am sorry we don't.

Woman: I guess I should have used the one at the police station then.

Some days it a pure comedy act around this place.