Separated at birth … or possibly modeled after the VP? You decide!

Tip of the funny bone to Ol Broad.

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Lord, I need some. Well, more than I have. For example, I could use the level of patience that one lady demonstrated today …

Mommy and two boys come into the store. Older boy, about six, pretty well behaved, quietly looks around and asks permission before touching or playing with anything. Younger boy, about three, goes straight into Taz mode. Mommy is constantly taking Younger by the hand, guiding him towards age appropriate toy section, while still managing to shop for the birthday present.

In conversation while ringing up the transaction, Mommy says that Younger managed to slip out the doggy door into the back yard, pull the hose into the living room through said doggy door, and then turn on the water and spray the entire contents of the living room in the time it took Mommy to put down the grocery sacks and turn around to see where Younger was. Lord, I want the kind of patience that allowed Younger to still be breathing after that.

Because you see, after this long, I figure the rest of the world’s occupants should be operating by the rules that most of us already follow. My patience for people who figure they don’t need to follow the rules is running really, really, thin.

Are ya listening, NAACP? I have no patience for those who act in a racially inspired manner calling others “racist” – are ya listening, Mr. “dismiss the charges even though there is solid video evidence against the black panthers” Holder?

OK, gotta go to bed. I’m so mad and tired right now I can’t even put the thoughts together that had coalesced earlier into a well-written post. You should have read it then, it was awesome.

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I am new to the world of retail – I am learning more and more things every day. New things. Exciting things. Interesting things.

Scary things.

One day last week (I’ve got to keep this general, you never know who might be reading, and I wouldn’t want the customer to not return to the store…) there was a lady who came in and I greeted her in the hellzone. (relax, it’s a sales term, meaning that area just inside the door where the customer is afraid they won’t be noticed and the associates are afraid the customer will notice that they aren’t being noticed…) Anywho, I greeted her, and engaged, with the simple question “Who are we shopping for today?” Turns out she has a grandson that is going to be turning oh look, this is an interesting game. How do you play this is a nice travel activity. I quickly figured out that she has the adult version of ADD – or, as Dug would say, “Squirrel!”

I was needed at another point in the store for a bit, and ended up going to lunch with a certain young lady and her mommy when they stopped by to visit. When I got back, ADD lady had left. She had made a nice purchase, and left happy with her gifts. Of course, what she didn’t leave was anything in the same place she found it.

Two days later, and I am still finding stuff where it really doesn’t belong. It would appear she touched at least one of everything in about 80% of the store, and carried it with her until she found something else to pick up and/or examine.

After she had left, I noticed that one of our demo items was missing. It’s called Ball of Whacks and sometimes people get carried away with playing with it; I’ve spent a lot of mornings putting it back together so it would be in one piece for the next customer to take apart.

This time, it was simply not there. I looked all over the area, but just could not find it.

Today, while checking the display for 8-10 year old girls creative jewelry, I found the BoW. It was sitting behind a magnetic display board. How did it get there? I’m pretty sure ADD lady had it in her hands when the shiny bits caught her attention…

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I was going to title this post “The Dawning of a New Era” but that seemed a bit pretentious. So, instead, it’s here! The day I move up to a white collar job … again.

For those who don’t know, today I start a full-time position as the store manager for a neat little place called Kidstop Toys.

That’s right, I get to play with some pretty incredible toys all day long. AND get paid for it!

The best part? No more cab driving. TMBWitW and MEG are very happy that I am not driving a cab. MEG will be disappointed when I no longer bring home a green car. She’ll get over it, about the time toys start coming home!

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WASHINGTON – Rep. John Murtha, a retired Marine Corps officer who became the first Vietnam War combat veteran elected to Congress and later an outspoken and influential critic of the Iraq War, died Monday. He was 77.
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Why the “EX” in the title? Marines have a saying – “Once a Marine, always a Marine. There are only formerly active Marines.” There has been one exception since 1961 (Oswald, although his training showed – long range shot, down hill, at a moving target…) and Murtha has been added to the short list of EX Marines.

Now, I’m gonna start taking the advice of Momma and stop talking, since I have nothing nice to say about the man.

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