First, let me clarify my clumsy writing of yesterday: I was connecting Buntop's endless bargainfests with the fact that her house is a cluttered wreck: she's got too much stuff.
This morning, as I was struggling to assemble my hot-glue-roller-pot-thing, our workleader rushed up and said, "Good news! We don't have to use those [hot-glue-roller-pot-things] anymore--we can use the glue guns for everything."
Management's Decree Leads to Much Rejoicing
Buntop: Yay! My prayers have been answered!
Acton: You prayed? (About the--glue?)
Buntop: Oh, yeah. I also prayed for a new car.
I couldn't get Janis Joplin out of my head all day, because then Buntop was sent to another area to work, and then it was really quiet. Except for Janis Joplin, that is.