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This morning on the bus in, a man got on carrying two long, heavy boxes. He set them down in front of the seats, but they wouldn't go underneath, so he sat down over them, one leg bent at the knee and his foot resting on top. The guy across the aisle from me, a grizzled unibomber type, spoke up:
"You look like you just shot an elk and are sitting on it."
And it's funny, because I didn't think he looked like that at all. I thought he looked like he was sitting on some boxes.

The bird had no food, and we all know I'd rather stick my tongue in a light socket than reach in there, so I asked a customer to do it. She didn't buy anything, but then, I don't think she'd have bought anything anyway.

How unethical would it be to close the store for a few minutes this afternoon to go shopping?

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Ok kids, I'm pretty sure this day is never going to end. Paul entertained me for a little while (I've got those nifty browser based ICQ and AIM bits on) but now he's off being productive and I'm -bored-. And I want to go outside. And hungry.
I also still need shoes.
And dirt.
So I went to glue my shoe back together a little while ago, and all I could find for glue was some not-so-sticky fabric glue. It doesn't seem to have glued my shoe to itself very well, but it did glue myself to my shoe fairly effectively. There was a fair amount of hopping and tugging which, if I had any customers, would have entertained them a lot. But I don't, so I'm telling you.