A. and I went to the video store. A. said that Matt couldn't possibly work there anymore since it's been two years and who possibly could work at a video store for two years? (Matt is a long story, but let's just say, A. hates him worse than poison because he's a simp and never put any moves on her when she took him to the movies that one time)

So we get to the video store and there's a guy sitting on the front step of the Blockbuster smokin' and looking sullen. We're too far away to be sure, but A swears the guy is skinny like Matt, has long legs like Matt, smokes like Matt, has big combat boots like Matt, a stupid baseball cap like Matt, and who else would be sitting in front of the store having a smoke?

About a trillion people, but I don't argue with her. I go inside alone and I rent two movies but before I leave I hear a man's voice calling out: "Matt, yo, Matt!" Shit, so it turns out it WAS Matt. Who the HELL keeps a job at Blockbuster for two years? What a dufus.

A. swears she won't watch any of the movies I rented, but hey - that's the danger you face when you sit in the car.

Side note: They sell Planet Of The Apes trading cards.

My bath water was far too hot.

I returned the malfunctioning laser printer today and bought a new one. Had to explain to Troy, the bored clerk, exactly WHY I was returning it. Troy didn't care.

I told him the paper came out all widdershins and he looked at me funny. So did everyone else. Including the halfling girl who sold me the bum printer in the first place.

A. found it amusing. Widdershins is her favorite word. "I never thought I'd hear it at Staples," she said. So proud of me.