What a rainy day! Good thing I actually got enough sleep last night, despite all those crazy squirrels running around on top of the roof. What were they doing, up there? In the nighttime? Making such a ruckus? And yes, they were squirrels, I know it. No, I didn't go out and check. What else would they be? Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question. (Had to hit spell check for that, sometimes I draw a blank. )
Anyway, as I was saying, it was a boring day, so it's a good thing I wasn't already overly sleepy. Still, boring is boring, and you get to thinking about random stuff, like why's that young man wearing such an insulting and stupid tee shirt, the one that says, my invisible friend doesn't like you, either, instead of something lighter and funnier, like maybe, my invisible friend thinks you're hot, but I'm keepin' him under control, or something like that. Perhaps young people don't read such long sentences anymore. Ooops, was that insulting?
While I'm sitting in the drive-thru, being all bored, a manager at the fast food place next door is having quite the frantic day. He ran across the parking lot for--rubber bands. Then, he ran over to trade his bills for fives, then again for quarters. I got a laugh over the rubber bands. It reminded me of that the other day, when a young lady entered the lobby when I was out there, but didn't have a banking transaction, oh no, she needed--a plastic bag and a restroom. I couldn't help wondering why she didn't just go next door to the supermarket--they got oodles of plastic bags over there. And a better restroom than we do. But, whatever. LocalBank: your one-stop headquarters for plastic bags, random office supplies, and pitstops. We'll even throw small amounts of trash away for you and fax stuff, but don't tell everyone, or we'll be overwhelmed. And our fax machine sucks.
I have a day off tomorrow, which will feel good after six days in a row, though I am pretty much stuck at home, waiting for the water meter person, but that's okay. I got stuff to read, stuff to watch, music to record--important stuff to do! Well, that and really yucky mundane stuff that has to be done.
I'll try to put my toys away when I'm finished, though. If Ekim comes home to the sight we saw at one Ocean City shop, I am so in trouble.