I was sweeping the store when the morning Purolator driver came in. I love this guy. He's so funny and cheerful, and he always takes my bitching with a grain of salt, as it was meant to be taken.
Paul: *watching me sweep* You know, my truck is pretty dirty.
Omoni: Too bad.
Paul: It's okay. I can wait until your done.
Omoni: *grumbles*
Paul: Oh, my, you're in a bad mood today.
Omoni: I'm actually not. If I was, you would know it. You've seen it.
Paul: Oh yes, I've seen it. I've FELT it.
Omoni: ...*considering* It really is something that is felt, isn't it?
Truer words have never been spoken.
Paul: *watching me sweep* You know, my truck is pretty dirty.
Omoni: Too bad.
Paul: It's okay. I can wait until your done.
Omoni: *grumbles*
Paul: Oh, my, you're in a bad mood today.
Omoni: I'm actually not. If I was, you would know it. You've seen it.
Paul: Oh yes, I've seen it. I've FELT it.
Omoni: ...*considering* It really is something that is felt, isn't it?
Truer words have never been spoken.