Yes. Bubbles.
So, since my hair has started to grow back in I've begun to look for a job. It's as infuriating as ever, but I think I'm getting better at it. I mean, I actually have some experience now, and an interesting if emotionally manipulative story to tell. Behold:
Manager: So, tell me why you left your last job.
Me: Oh, they fired me because I didn't come in for a week.
Manager: I see... (disapproving scribbling.)
Me: Of course, I was in the middle of a hostage situation at the time.
Manager: What?
Me: Yeah, I couldn't really call them and tell them I wasn't coming in. They did offer me my job back, but by then I had come down with cancer.
Manager: ...
Much better than the last time, don't you think?
I still take an awful lot of walks. It's something to do, I guess. Yesterday Anya came with me. We ran into a place where a girl was just blowing bubbles out in the street. I have a thing for bubbles. They are shiny and awesome and yet really fragile. Bubbles are badass.
The store ended up being a toy and art supplies store. I've never really heard of somewhere that sells both toys and art supplies, but given Anya was with me it ended up being the most perfect place ever. I got her some nice colored pencils for her drawings, even though they scare the shit out of me.
Anya never really got past the disturbing drawing phase. She's always doing some sort of fairy tale image with tentacles climbing up the pillars or the prince hanging from a tree. I really do worry about her sometimes. But it's a hobby. Gotta support hobbies.
We didn't buy any toys. Instead we went to a nearby McDonald's and bought happy meals. Anya got a transformers toy. I got Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie kicks ass.
No comments:
Post a Comment