I hope he buys you flowers....
"I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand.... "
~Bruno Mars
I don't know... not very festive, but this photo kind of goes along with the day. I got up, still feeling like crap... looking worse than crap....like, if there were one of those zombie walks today... I could go... no make up necessary. I've got the look nailed down. I'll spare you the details, but I think I either have a sinus infection now and/or pink eye. Good stuff. I had to go to work because it's just me and the gunsalesman today, and I figure if he gets sick of listening to me coughing he can always shoot me and end the misery for BOTH of us!
Anyway, he tells me this story about how he went out to look at a collection of guns that someone called in about yesterday and was interested in consigning. I wasn't here, but my co-worker told him DON'T GO.... but with our typical... "hey, what could go wrong" attitude... he went. And I can't wait to be here tomorrow to see the look on her face when he tells her the story. It almost made it worth coming to work sick to hear about his visit to what he referred to as the Devil's Ring trailer park in the middle of nowhere... where he was greeted by a 45 yr old transgender male, trying to look pretty, and led into a trailer where there were no less than 25-30 very poorly taxidermied creatures... most with their faces falling off, and told to sit in a chair that was half of a cow, with big horns for arm rests (rather than on the sofa where his brother had recently blown his brains out and he described it as covered with blood stains and still pulsating grey matter) ... So there he sat, feeling very claustrophobic, in the freaky cow chair with a wolverine to the right and a coyote to the left and dusty ducks all around with their heads dangling (can you hear the banjo music yet) explaining to this guy that the Civil War luger was a plastic reproduction and the WWI rifles were worth $200, after putting $300 worth of work into them... basically, all 17 guns of very little value and nothing he would bring back to G&H for consignment. But he spent a couple of hours explaining this and writing it all down for the guy. He deemed it as one of the most freaky experiences of his life. I went back to my desk and thought about this for awhile and then went back, disturbed, and said to him...
"You know... that's really dangerous. You shouldn't be going to places like that all alone, you never know what could happen!" And to this, he looks up and stares at me and quietly says.... "and this, from the gal that meets clowns in abandoned buildings. Thanks Mom." I always have the utmost respect for people that can come up with snappy remarks like that so quickly...without missing a beat. I was impressed. But in my own defense... I did not meet a clown in an abandoned building... I dressed up like one. There's a difference.... right?
2.5 hours more until I can go home. I think I'm going to make it!
I hope he buys you flowers....
"I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand.... "
~Bruno Mars
I don't know... not very festive, but this photo kind of goes along with the day. I got up, still feeling like crap... looking worse than crap....like, if there were one of those zombie walks today... I could go... no make up necessary. I've got the look nailed down. I'll spare you the details, but I think I either have a sinus infection now and/or pink eye. Good stuff. I had to go to work because it's just me and the gunsalesman today, and I figure if he gets sick of listening to me coughing he can always shoot me and end the misery for BOTH of us!
Anyway, he tells me this story about how he went out to look at a collection of guns that someone called in about yesterday and was interested in consigning. I wasn't here, but my co-worker told him DON'T GO.... but with our typical... "hey, what could go wrong" attitude... he went. And I can't wait to be here tomorrow to see the look on her face when he tells her the story. It almost made it worth coming to work sick to hear about his visit to what he referred to as the Devil's Ring trailer park in the middle of nowhere... where he was greeted by a 45 yr old transgender male, trying to look pretty, and led into a trailer where there were no less than 25-30 very poorly taxidermied creatures... most with their faces falling off, and told to sit in a chair that was half of a cow, with big horns for arm rests (rather than on the sofa where his brother had recently blown his brains out and he described it as covered with blood stains and still pulsating grey matter) ... So there he sat, feeling very claustrophobic, in the freaky cow chair with a wolverine to the right and a coyote to the left and dusty ducks all around with their heads dangling (can you hear the banjo music yet) explaining to this guy that the Civil War luger was a plastic reproduction and the WWI rifles were worth $200, after putting $300 worth of work into them... basically, all 17 guns of very little value and nothing he would bring back to G&H for consignment. But he spent a couple of hours explaining this and writing it all down for the guy. He deemed it as one of the most freaky experiences of his life. I went back to my desk and thought about this for awhile and then went back, disturbed, and said to him...
"You know... that's really dangerous. You shouldn't be going to places like that all alone, you never know what could happen!" And to this, he looks up and stares at me and quietly says.... "and this, from the gal that meets clowns in abandoned buildings. Thanks Mom." I always have the utmost respect for people that can come up with snappy remarks like that so quickly...without missing a beat. I was impressed. But in my own defense... I did not meet a clown in an abandoned building... I dressed up like one. There's a difference.... right?
2.5 hours more until I can go home. I think I'm going to make it!