Vincent the Bunny has somehow decided he can magically jump two feet into the air onto Jon's old toy box and look out the window. At least that's where he was this morning when I heard noises and went to check on him. I guess that's a hint: Vincent needs a ramp because he wants to look out the window and watch dogs frolic around the backyard:) I am off tomorrow, I can figure something out then. I put him back onto the floor in case he couldn't get back down, but somehow I am certain he has done this before. He's a funny little floofle, quite entertaining, actually.
Work was weird yesterday. The guys were all "Squeee!!!!!" and I couldn't figure out why and then Jason started yapping like a teenage girl to this one guy and I'm still like....um, ???? Why are you ALL going "SQEEE!!!!" They finally clued me in...apparently the Tiger's third baseman was in our store shopping. They told me his name but I'd never heard of him and promptly forgot it. Just out of curiosity I looked him up online. Brandon Inge...or something. He was a small guy, about the size of Ruth's husband, Joe, and the most polite person I rang up all day. Really. He bought 450 dollars worth of Carhartt clothing and boots and left. The guys were still going "SQUUEEEEE!" Nice to know one of the guys who makes an absurd amount of money a year is actually polite to people who work in stores.
I had a couple really nasty customers yesterday. My favorite is was the one who screamed "ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE WORKING IN THIS STORE?" Nope, there's two of us at the moment, our third is at lunch, I replied. I paged Jason. Apparently the rude horrid man wanted to buy horse pee!!!! He seemed to believe horse pee keeps racoons at bay because someone told him so. I think he was being an ass to someone and they were messing with him. I told him he'd have to find someone who has horses and get some pee from them if he wanted an answer. But, no apparently, he didn't like that idea and thinks somehow, that horse pee comes pre-bottled from some weird company that makes their money bottling horse pee. Last I checked, horses are not natural predators for racoons. The only natural predator for racoons that I've ever known is my grandfather. He'd kill hundreds of them during coon season and sell their pelts.
The very next customer was nice and shaking his head over horse pee customer's rudeness. He was very sweet. He said he couldn't believe how that guy acted. I think there should be a rudeness surcharge and it should go straight into my wallet.
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