Monday, August 28, 2006

Stock Personnel, Front Checkout

As Beth has pointed out, some of us have a certain proclivity for being mistaken for employees at retail and other service-sector establishments. This happens to my dad all the time, and I had assumed that I inherited some genetic predisposition or something. But when I walk out of the C&O, smelling of a day of floating in the river and drinking beer, and I'm wearing these shoes (yes, I know; Beth hates them, too), do you really have to banter me up about working the Pavillion with you tonight? I mean, I know staffing must be a problem there (shit, sound quality is), but seriously, dude, I did not see your friend with dreads walking by, nor did we work together tonight.

(Not to be a dick; I'm just saying: I really didn't look the part tonight.)

2 Comments:

Blogger Andrea said...

Oh..my..god. Those shoes are hideous, I hate them as well. I mean, I understand they're functional and all, and are probably much more comfortable to wear while tubing than the old sneakers I wore, but shit they're ugly! What is wrong with you?! I never thought you would jump on the Crocs bandwagon. Yuck.

No judgement of course :)

28/8/06 11:17 AM  
Blogger Stanley said...

Yes, ugly. Yes, comfy. Yes, I'm a sell-out.

But you like Green Day. So...uh, there!

29/8/06 7:02 PM  

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