Tuesday, April 24, 2012

squirt

An older customer came up to the counter and said to me, "Hey Squirt." I've been called Honey, Sweetie, Darling, Dear by customers but never Squirt. Come to think of it, I'm not sure anyone has ever called me Squirt. When he left, he didn't use the standard "thank you" either. He told me to do my best to stay out of trouble. I told him I'd have better luck at it than he. He chuckled and rejoined, "Depends on the kind of trouble as to whether it's fun or not."

 On another note, the storm door's frame has come loose. It about 5 thorough slams into of the door for me to realize that it wasn't my slamming technique as much as a structural problem. I'm sure my keen and timely problem assessment improved the situation. Anyhow, I told my roommate I'd fix it since she went out of town tonight. I called my former deacon and relayed the situation around dinner time. He and his wife arrived in less than thirty minutes. The door was fixed in less than an hour. They were concerned I would be in danger. Good people.

 Homework: I dare you to call someone, preferably an adult, Squirt. Just work it into the conversation and play it off.

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