Just a thought
How much coding do you think it would take to produce a filter on the entire Internet that protects me from having to read any paragraph containing the words 'Harry Potter'? I'm assuming it would take quite some time (not least of which because I can't code) but I still consider it better than the option of totally disabling my ability to see or hear in order that I don't have to suffer through hernia-inducing levels of hype.
In other news, a customer buried their Tamagotchi in the mens socks (men's socks? Mens' socks? O Lynne Truss, where are you when I need you?) drop-bin. Literally buried - I only found it because the bin was a bit of a mess so I was rearranging the socks into lines. It was dead when I found it, but I managed to accidentally hatch a new one while fiddling with the buttons leaving it in absolutely pristine condition in preparation for the true owner's return. In the end, the owner didn't actually come back, so I left it next to the credit-card reading machine with a note to whoever's (wo)manning the shop tomorrow morning. The sad thing is, I'm really hoping they don't neglect it.
Also, a man came in with a broken rubber mallet that he'd bought just a few hours previously from the shop. I found this incident much more hilarious than it should have been.
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July 15 2005, 14:28:03 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 14:36:10 UTC 6 years ago
Come to think of it, the Tamagotchi was named 'STURT' (i.e. a contracted form of 'Stuart', since it only allows 5 characters) which may suggest a male owner. :-/
July 15 2005, 14:48:37 UTC 6 years ago
Or a lonely female one.
Or a lonely male one who planted it there for a reason... ;->
July 15 2005, 14:57:03 UTC 6 years ago
This is also possible, though worrying.
Or a lonely male one who planted it there for a reason... ;->
...in which case, he should have done as the passing circus man did last week and just asked me for my number. ;) (In the name of accuracy, I should point out that I was actually away when Circus Man visited - he first asked Denise for her number and, when she claimed her phone was broken, gave her his. He then went up to the other shop and immediately asked Lynne if she wanted to go for a drink. The living embodiment of the term 'man-whore'!)