The schizophrenic gal made a run at the door earlier.
I heard her coming and was primed and ready.
"Can I come in if I promise not to say anything?"
"NO. YOU ARE BANNED."
Happily this time I didn't have to wrestle her out the door.
And a bit later, a couple walking past the door:
guy: Oh my god, that smells like a BOOKSTORE!
gal: RUN!
Hey lady, I'll have you know this deoderant cost me twenty five bucks!
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