Current Ramblings
Monday, September 29, 2003
I feel sorry for anybody who has been skipping Armada. There were a lot of seriously lame moments, but the end is really turning into a payoff, and it's a payoff that can't be fully understood unless you slogged through the 40-some preceeding episodes.
My cat is completely insane. Not even in a normal cat way.
So work... I really wonder about my job. We get some real weirdos. I'm not saying that our customer base is horrible. The vast majority of our customers are perfectly good people, even the ones who couldn't figure out on their own that their 20-year collection of Better Homes & Gardens isn't actually worth money. But then we get people like the guy last night. I was standing at the counter cleaning off some grubby books before pricing them, and the guy comes up and notices one of our box cutters lying on the counter a couple feet from me. He didn't look like a vagrant or anything, which most of the loonies we get in tend to, he looked like a 20-ish boy who devoted far too much of his time to looking hiply dishevelled. He picked up the box cutter and stared at it with the rapture of someone who absolutely by no means should have a knife. He was shaking, and when he spoke he stuttered. What he said was a stuttery rendition of "Somebody left their knife here...". I figured he was just messing with me, so, barely looking up, I replied matter-of-factly with "That's one of our box cutters." He stuttered something about putting it with the boxes, but just kept clutching it and staring at it and shaking. So I took it out of his hand and dropped it into the cup behind the counter. He kept staring at his empty hand for a moment, then he proceeded to just sorta mope aroudn the store. Like I said, I thought he was just some punk kid messing with me, but as I noticed him around the store I realized he was clearly on some high-grade drugs. And I had just matter-of-factly swiped a razor out of his hands as though I had seen this all before. I can step back and see this as some funny bit from a movie, a movie about a record store or, hey, a book store with a side-character so deadpan and jaded that she can just disarm a threatening guy without really looking up from her work. I don't like to think I've become that character, but I suppose I'm getting awful good at dealing with the really freaky customers. Though most of them don't play with the razor blades.
I'll probably be back with more later today. My schedule doesn't fit well into normal dates.
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