11 to 7 ain't bad. I mean there's the Ebay store, too. But most of the time I can do that right at the counter at work. We get busy times. When school gets out, right after work, Saturdays and most espeically Thursdays when the new shipments arrive. But I usually have plenty of time to take care of stuff. But we were busy from the get go today. Lots of concern for Weezer, which was nice. Also lots of inquiries as to what that smell was. Maricel was causing more excitment than the Marvel Civil War. She was just stitting on a stool reading and being politely introduced. But that was enough. Around two she went over to the bakery and got some croissants and then took them upstairs and filled them with a chicken salad made with the leftover pineapple chicken. It was really good. Just after four, some dude came in and asked "Where's the other guy?" He didnt' sound happy.
"Basically pretty close to being in a coma." I said.
He cursed and just turned around and left without asking any questions. Not that unusual an occurence, people often come looking for Weezer. The dude was a big white guy with blonde hair done in little braids. He was trying hard to act like a gang banger, hell maybe he was a gang banger. I would have to find out how much money Weezer owed him.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon
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