Bing!

So I bought a new computer last night.

As I was setting it up it asked if I wanted to set BING as my default search engine.

So I googled BING.

I decided not to make BING my default search engine.

As the rest of Planet Earth has also done.

I'm not making this up about the Spanish accent lady.

SPANISH ACCENT LADY: "Do you know where there is a Chinese store around here?"

ME: "Nope."

SPANISH ACCENT LADY: "The store that sells the Chinese hair?"

ME: "Nope."

SPANISH TALKING LADY: "Are you new on the street?"

ME: "Yes."

Rubber rats (and liquor)

So a Chinese guy just came in the shop.

It's not important to the story that he was Chinese.

Here is the conversation:

CHINESE GUY: "Do you have any plastic snakes or rubber rats?"

ME: "I don't have any plastic snakes but I do have this one rubber rat."

:::shows him rubber rat:::

CHINESE GUY: "No, that won't do. It's too big."

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The rubber rat was the size of a real rat.

Observation (lie) from the 84 year old women.

This old lady comes in my shop.

Here is the conversation.


LADY: "I've never seen so much stuff in my entire life!"

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Records

CUSTOMER: "Do you buy records?"

ME: "Sure, what kind do you have?"

CUSTOMER: "Vintage ones."

What was it? It was a bar fight? It was a bar fight. Tonight was a bar fight. It was a bar fight.

The Small Piano (or should I call this: The guy that talked like Latka)

So a guy just ran into my shop and asked me a question.

He sounded like Latka.

He was a bit out of breath.

Here is the conversation:

LATKA: "Do you have any small pianos ::pantpantpant::?"

ME: ""Nope, all sold out."

LATKA: "Thank you very much."

ME: "Thank you."

The Letter G

Today I was determined to write the whole blog with nothing but words that begin with the letter G.

Then I decided it would be funnier not to use any words that begin with the letter G.

Thank you.

The one on the left forgot to wear her 'I eat way too much butter' sign.

Especially cute.

So I was reading this article about some super cute polar bear cub.

In the article it tried to explain what makes something especially cute.

Here is part of the article:


////Interestingly, research has uncovered the facial features that make something especially cute: big eyes. Big cheeks. Big forehead.////


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Here is Clint Howard.

Especially cute.

Lions in the fire

So a customer calls the other day and asks if I have something.

Here is the conversation:

ME: "You should stop down and look thru my inventory. I have a bunch of what you're looking for."

CUSTOMER: "I can't this week, I have way too many lions in the fire right now."

ME: "You mean irons in the fire?"

CUSTOMER: "Nope, too many lions in the fire."

ME: "Okay. Thank you."

I love me some fresh Homo

I'm also a fan of fresh grap leaves.

(This was a few doors down from Buddy Nite restaurant)

Cookies

So a guy was just in here and he saw me eating a cookie.

Here is the conversation that followed:

ME: "Would you like a cookie?"

HIM: "What kind of cookie?"

ME: "Sugar cookie."

HIM: "I don't like sugar cookies."

ME: "Then Buddy, you don't like cookies."

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So to sum up:

I should have called him Chief.

Steve Jobs

So last night Wifey and I watched a PBS special on Steve Jobs (We didn't actually watch it ON Steve Jobs, it was about Steve Jobs)

Anyhow...

So we watch the documentary and the split second it was over we had this conversation:

ME: "So what did you think?"

WIFEY: "About what?"

Getting ready for New Years Eve

WIFEY: "Wear that new shirt I got you."

ME: "I don't think so."

WIFEY: "Why not?"

ME: "It's too Elvis-ie."

WIFEY: "It's not too Elvis-ie."

ME: "The collar is all Elvis-ie."

WIFEY: "It's not all Elvis-ie."

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So I wear the shirt.

In hindsight it wasn't Elvis-ie at all.

Sometimes a shirt is just a shirt.

Happy New Year.

So I get to work a few minutes ago (I work New Years day)

I pull into my parking space out back.

"Out Back" is a small parking lot and my dumpster.

Next to my dumpster was a pile of peanut shells on the ground.

It hit me that there was some guy out there at midnight last night eating peanuts next to my dumpster and ringing in the New Year.

Happy New Year, Peanut Lovin' Hobo!