Sunday, January 04, 2004
Last night a fellow named Steve instant-messaged me as I attempted to update Bite The Waxed Tadpole (for the first time in three months). Steve pulled up my Washington DC trip section through his search for information about Bill Archer. He went in 1998. During the course of our conversation, he informed me he just graduated from West Point. I asked, "Did you graduate first?" and he responded, "-in my class?!" to which I wrote, "You didn't, did you?" I patched this over by my admission that I attend the twentieth-ranked community college in the entire United States (they've never told us ranked in what). Somehow, I also confessed to Steve that I wet the bed frequently for a long time (I finally gained control of my bladder last week). I seemed to amuse him, but he made me tired. People always exhaust me.at 7:15 PM
Today I sold over five hundred dollars of Superbowl merchandise to three foreign men (I don't think they were speaking Spanish; it might have been Portuguese). Naomi (the retail manager) offered to buy me dinner, but I told her not to because I screwed up royally yesterday. I sold a couple a Safari Club (the discount card), which costs them fifteen dollars and earns me a three-dollar commission. Whelp, I gave them their card, I gave them a discount on their purchase, but I did not charge them for the card. I didn't ring it in! I am a mongoloid. Anyhow, that's probably worth a write-up, so I didn't feel like accepting a little reward today.
