Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Funny? Sad? Both? You Decide.

Last week at some point, I was roused from my slumber at 5:05 AM by my boss, asking me if I could cover opening since the scheduled opener (we'll call him...John the Homophobe) was sick. Sure! Of course! I took a shower and popped in to work at 5:45 AM. I had been looking forward to sleeping late since I wasn't scheduled until 8:45 AM. Hmmph. I usually open, which means up at 4:15 to be there at 5. Aaaaaanyway.

This morning, I receive two phone calls both of which inform me that said homophobe has fleas. surreal I couldn't go in because I have the final from hell tonight and needed to study a little more.

But...seriously. Fleas? surreal confused I've had flea bites, because I grew up with dogs in my home and I live in the woods. I've never been privy to my own personal infestation. How does that happen?! I'm itchy just thinking about it. *shudders* That's nasty.

Perhaps it is karma. John the Homophobe has earned his name through a series of disgustingly homophobic comments, including but not limited to informing me of his shock and outrage that two of our regular male customers kissed each other on the lips. (For the record, my response was "Yeah...and...?") There have been others and I've made my boss aware of this. I think it's just a matter of time before he's no longer with us....thank God. If there's one thing in the world that I can't stand, it's small minded assholes like this guy.