i'm pretty dang sure i met a leper today. i am not exaggerating--when he reached across the counter to pay for his staples (haha, he was buying staples at staples), flakes of his skin fell from his hands. his...scabby...red....and white...flaky...hands... and i gave him a pen to sign the credit card paper, and he left skin on it. and i threw it away. but not til after he left. i'm not rude--i just don't want leprosy. especially not on beach day.
yes, it was beach day at staples. on beach day, we all wear hawaiian leis and grass skirts and pretend like we're having oh so much fun selling paper and pens just cuz it's beach day. because apparently it's fun to dress up like you're going somewhere fun when you're really at the last place on earth you want to be. in my humble opinion, it's a bit like baking an apple pie, and putting it on a plate with a scoop of ice cream, maybe even going so far as to stick a spoon in it...and then just looking at it. those jerks.