I begin this by saying that she was a nice lady.
A customer came in today wanting to return batteries she hadn't used. Apparently her radio tuner had stopped working and she thought it had merely run out of juice, so she traded batteries and lo, it didn't work. The new device she purchased needed a different size of battery, so she returned the original new batteries (which didn't look opened so I assume she got more than one pack) and got a new radio and the correct batteries for that.
Sounds like a plan to me.
So imagine my surprise when she returned to return the new radio and new batteries. Hmm, I'm thinking. "So, I guess the new radio didn't work out?"
"Oh, it was fine. But I opened up my old radio one more time and realized I had put the batteries in backward. Now it works, so I don't need this one anymore."
If it was a scam, I don't get it. Someone, enlighten me!
August Babies Birthday Bash was happy times. It was a smaller crowd, which is sad because we missed a lot of good friends but wonderful because it was a really nice sized group and not overwhelming in the socializing department. We ate kangaroo (I don't think I'm radically different for having eaten a marsupial, though it was tasty) and sirloin and hot dogs and all the usual junk food. Much alcohol and pop was consumed, and people were overwhelmed by cake (argh, too much chocolate!) I spent much of the day at work, but them's the breaks sometimes. Going to work today was muuuuuuuch harder than having to work on ABBB day. I wasn't hung over in the morning since I had only about three drinks and stopped drinking early, but I was very, very tired and sore, presumably from hiking back and forth between the house and the firepit after standing on my feet all day. It's a good feeling though, the post-vacation need to sleep feeling.
Work again tomorrow, but just a half day. Good thing too. I'll be ready for a nap by the time I get home.
The Journal
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The cover is embossed with gold foil, artwork of an ancient Persian garden
with a pair of deer. I open the new journal. The spine crackles faintly,
and t...
3 weeks ago
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I think the lady was a member of either a terror cell, an international crime syndicate, or a foreign intelligence service. She bought the new radio, quickly converted it into a transmitter, sent out a signal as part of her fiendish scheme, converted it back into an ordinary radio, and then returned it before it could be traced.
But I could be wrong.
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