My shift was pretty uneventful today. I went in, made sandwiches, a couple of salads, dealt with a rude customer or two, and—thankfully—dealt more frequently with pleasant ones.
Until the Jolly Giant Ginger came in.
Now, I like the Jolly Giant Ginger. We’re both pretty laid back, so we get along well. Also he gives me new music, which is basically the best thing anyone can do. So what could he have done to shake things up?
I think we’re gonna put it to a vote about whether or not you go to London now. Yeah. If you have to put off your dreams for our happiness, well…
And that’s when it hit me: these people are actually going to miss me when I leave. It will—for some reason I don’t entirely understand—make a difference to them when I’m not there anymore. Which is not fair.
Nope. I don’t think so. It’s not okay for you to make this difficult for me. THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN.
Off to another movie and then I’ll return with the stinkers of last year (once again, it’s about everything I’ve seen from all years but first seen in 2012). The list is short with one truly winner in it. Forward in the week there’ll be the good ones, 10’s and 9’s, maybe some 8’s. I’ll try to cut it down to 300 greatest (2011’s list ended up with 350, yeah I bothered folks a lot with this). Hope someone out there will enjoy this absurd.