Oh man, I'm laughing so hard.
My boss was just out at the convenience store and bought a lottery ticket with numbers that she picked. The clerk printed out two tickets with the same number.
M: What are you going to do with that one?
Clerk: I don't know - you want to buy it?
M: Why would I want two tickets with the same number?
C: Guess I'll just sell it to someone else. Or I'll buy it.
M: But those are
my
numbers!
C: Shrug
And on and on with a line of people behind...M was livid about the whole thing at first, though now she's laughing. The thing is, she thinks she did it on purpose. And I just keep thinking, what a perfect low-level store clerk mind-fuck for people who annoy them. Because the person either wastes another buck, or accepts that if this was their lucky day, they just lost half their winnings. You could drive people bug-fuck crazy doing that.
Come over here, Steph. We can start again from the beginning. What about the bit where he did the thing? And the way he looked when was doing the other thing?
You know my favorite part was the scene with the guy, you know the one, where they were in that place.
Me, I prefered the scene where he was alone, with the things, in the other place. Doing the stuff.
And the scene in the cave, when he did the thing to make the new thing!
That was pivotal, as well as cool.
And THEN! When the bad guy did the thing with the stuff to make the thing go to the place -- I was shocked!
Disturbing Things This Friday Eve:
(1) The ice-cream truck just drove by. Its musical selection? "Greensleeves." Very weird.
(2) I stopped at the grocery store on the way home specifically to rent a steam cleaner to clean my carpets. I can't maintain either sloth or filth if I do THAT!!!
Apocalypso, I tell ya.
Cruel, cruel Buffistas! No cookies!
