Sunday, July 31, 2005

This vacationer came in today with his wife and he meandered slowly around the music room as she looked for Celtic music. After about thirty seconds I realized I was hearing a jingling sound coming from somewhere in his vicinity. Now, don't get me wrong: I'm all for Christmas In July, but the jingle-jangle continued for a few more minutes and I really started to get tired of it.

Finally I figured out what it was: the guy had a pocketful of coins and he was jingling them with one hand while he walked. A nervous tic, perhaps? A pure love of the jingle? Whatever the case, ten minutes into their stay I was ready to tear my hair out, and the couple ended up sticking around for a grand total of FIFTEEN MINUTES.

Yes indeed, that's fifteen minutes straight of ol' Jingle Shorts and his incessant racket. I don't know how his wife can stand it. Clearly she's not deaf or I doubt she'd be buying music and having a conversation with me. Maybe she's a jingle fiend as well.

Here's hoping I've heard the last of him.


Sunday, July 10, 2005

Ah, just got back from my vacation in San Francisco. What a frisky little city you Franciscans have there! And my, what lovely sangria you pour. But I digress from my actual point, which is that it is nice to know things remained much the same here at the store in my absence. That is, weird shit is still afoot and you can't do nothin' about it. Case in point, one of my coworkers just buzzed me on the intercom.

"Tim? Are you busy?"

I said that I was not.

"Okay. Do you remember the group that had their Grammy taken away? It's two black guys and they sang?"

Milli Vanilli, I replied.

"Okay, thanks." *click*


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