Jul 21 2003

SO, John and I decided that , since I come home with so many horror stories from work, he shouldn’t be the only one to share in my pain. Voila- my own page. It’s not all about shoes- it’s really all about the hideousness of the human race that I experience through shoe sales. Take Friday, for example: a man came into the store and stood for a very long time practically interviewing every shoe on the shelf. Men do this commonly, so it didn’t really attract my attention. However, he then attempted to engage me in conversation. I found out that he had recently moved to the area and wanted to check out the music scene and possibly start a band. Cool- I want to sing in a band, so I say as much to him.

Guy: “Oh, cool. Before I moved I was part of a couple bands and I wanted to find a female vocalist. I’m into all sorts of music. Rock, modern rock, hard rock, classic rock.”

Me: (nodding slowly, smile frozen) “mm-hm”

Guy: (horrifically enthusiastic) “Yeah, and I like some reggae and there’s some jazz that’s okay, too.”

Me: “mm-hm”

Guy: “Yeah, like, I wanted to do some Pat Benetar tunes and stuff.”

Me: “Oh, mm-hm.”

What the shit did I get myself into!? This guy knows where to reach me! He took a card!! I ‘m not sure I really want to have anything to do with someone who feels the need to define the “different”kinds of Rock music he’s in to. Ahhh, the public…

Jul 21 2003


Jul 21 2003

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