Day One Hundred And Forty-Three
-Moments before clocking in for my shift, I stopped by the restroom, only to find the sink full of freshly-minted ice cubes. I have no choice but to take this as an omen and run with it, discerning what it foretells as I go.
-A large and lumbering man stopped in the middle of his purchase to ask in a grave voice if I was “much of a movie guy.” I nodded, unwittingly prompting his lengthy diatribe against the new “It” movie, specifically the ending, which I had hoped to experience myself first. He told me that he was deeply shaken by the ending, but could not believe that the studio would pull such a surprising move. I find this hard to swallow myself, as I have little doubt that this man was the character inspiration in the first place.
-I rang up a stack of folders adorned with a gorgeous emblem. Curious what sort of cutesy one-liner these portfolios may be sporting, I took a moment to read what it has to say. Scrawled across the folders in golden, shimmering, cursive curls was the word, “FOLDER.” I have a great appreciation for whoever decided to ensure no miscommunication about what their product was while keeping it as stylish as can be.
-“Get off of that, that’s a trash can,” a woman called out after her son. “Get off of that, too, that is also a trash can.” I was unable to see the boy, but I know him to be a kindred spirit.
-Several loaves of bread have been found hidden throughout the electronics department. The reasons for this are currently unknown, but certainly imperative.
-“Are you Batman?” A boy asked his mother, who shook her head. “Are you Batwoman?” he followed up. She nodded, happily. “For Halloween, you’re going to be dad, and I’m going to be sad.” This child’s brain has been rushing a mile a minute, and I am glad to have hitched a ride along with him.