Rebecca could smell that cabbage when she stepped of the trolley.

[rebecca_in_blue]

A cat has moved into our stairwell. He is gray and very lean, and we're calling him Graycat until Sara comes up with a real name (which I'm sure is only a matter of time). He's very friendly, and he and Sable actually get along, which is a nice surprise because the vast majority of cats Sable encounters are either moody bitches who'd just as soon scratch his eyes out as look at him, or wimpy bitches who scratch his eyes out to hide how scared they are of him. Anyway, Graycat is nice to have around, although he's probably mad at me right now because I picked him up while wearing my iPod and he got tangled in the headphones.

A really bitchy customer came into our store today. He was a middle-aged man pushing himself around in the store rascal, looking for a printing calculator and being really rude to the stocker and tech guy who tried to help him. One of them actually warned me, "Watch out for that guy in the rascal, he's a douche." (Sidenote: Whenever I see lazy bums like him using the rascal, I'm always tempted to tell them, "Excuse me, but that's for old and disabled customers, and you're not old or disabled. You're just fat." Yeah, I'm a bitch, I know.)

The cool part of the story is that when the guy finally came to my register to check out, he called me baby. Which, most of you know, I hate. I was about to tell him my usual response -- "I don't see any crying infants around, so I don't know who you're addressing as baby" -- but I just gave him my best Bette Davis deathglare, and the man started stammering and apologizing. Fuck yes.

It made me feel like Gibbs when he caught Palmer sitting in his chair, and Palmer like to have shit his pants. Don't you love how Rebecca can relate everything back to NCIS? I spent the rest of the day humming this song.

Tomorrow I'll be borrowing Grandma's 50-year-old cake pans (no lie) and baking my birthday cake! I really hope it turns out well. I'm also making my favorite punch -- ginger ale with lime sherbert -- which Sara says is "something Mormons would drink because they can't have liquor." The hell?

Comments

[snuffy-chan.livejournal.com]

You're baking your own cake?

O_o

Unheard of!

[rebecca-in-blue.livejournal.com]

Actually, my sister wanted to buy a cake for me (and she still might) and my grandma had been planning to make me one, but I decided to make my own this year.

[(Anonymous)]

The Mormon punch thing is true. Also, I think Graycat looks like a Harold. Maybe. Thoughts?

I have decided your cake is going to have a huge pair of eyes on it. And the writing will say...



(wait for it)


WATCHING OVER YOU.

Haha!