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Voldemort and Vampires
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:03 amBefore I resume cleaning, I have two things to say. One is a story, one is just fun.
One. I met Voldemort! And Voldemort is adorable. And snuggly soft, though clawless. Voldemort, in this case, is a cat. (A coworker brought his or his roommate's cat to the store and I nearly died. It took all my self control not to dissolve into "EEEEEEEe! KITTY!" hysterics.
Two: Monday I went to Target in search of some cheap stockings and a MH goodie. There was always a possibility they'd exist, right? I head down the MH/Bratz aisle and as I'm about halfway down, this woman passes me and her friend hurries to catch up. "Ew, look! A vampire doll," friend says as she passes the MH display. Woman A's lip curls up in distaste and then she says, "Oh, gross. Who would want one of those?"
I arch one eyebrow and say, as I pass them, "I would!"
Yeah. The internal censor said, "Y'know what? Fuckit. Say it." So I did. They avoided me whenever we ended up on the same aisles after that. :P Sadly they didn't have anyone other than a thousand plush Frankies and C/D pairs. Asking only yielded the biggest backpeddle in the history of asking an employee to do something that may or may not actually be in their job description. Mom starts to ask if they've got any MH stuff in the back and the woman yells, "No! No, no no!" and then, I guess, she realized how bad she came across, so she did her "we get a truck every day and you'll just have to keep checking back because we have no way of knowing what's on the truck or back there."
Is funny. If she'd said that there was too much stuff to really get to anything, that I'd fully believe. But since the last time I was in the store, I was standing right next to someone as they were taught how to look up inventory/stock on their little Telxons so... I'm thinking that it's not quite as ~*mysterious*~ as she'd like me to believe.
Ah well. Mums bought some stuff, I chose not to get the stockings just yet.
One. I met Voldemort! And Voldemort is adorable. And snuggly soft, though clawless. Voldemort, in this case, is a cat. (A coworker brought his or his roommate's cat to the store and I nearly died. It took all my self control not to dissolve into "EEEEEEEe! KITTY!" hysterics.
Two: Monday I went to Target in search of some cheap stockings and a MH goodie. There was always a possibility they'd exist, right? I head down the MH/Bratz aisle and as I'm about halfway down, this woman passes me and her friend hurries to catch up. "Ew, look! A vampire doll," friend says as she passes the MH display. Woman A's lip curls up in distaste and then she says, "Oh, gross. Who would want one of those?"
I arch one eyebrow and say, as I pass them, "I would!"
Yeah. The internal censor said, "Y'know what? Fuckit. Say it." So I did. They avoided me whenever we ended up on the same aisles after that. :P Sadly they didn't have anyone other than a thousand plush Frankies and C/D pairs. Asking only yielded the biggest backpeddle in the history of asking an employee to do something that may or may not actually be in their job description. Mom starts to ask if they've got any MH stuff in the back and the woman yells, "No! No, no no!" and then, I guess, she realized how bad she came across, so she did her "we get a truck every day and you'll just have to keep checking back because we have no way of knowing what's on the truck or back there."
Is funny. If she'd said that there was too much stuff to really get to anything, that I'd fully believe. But since the last time I was in the store, I was standing right next to someone as they were taught how to look up inventory/stock on their little Telxons so... I'm thinking that it's not quite as ~*mysterious*~ as she'd like me to believe.
Ah well. Mums bought some stuff, I chose not to get the stockings just yet.