Different visitors and generalized rambling

From time to time, we get those customers that I would term as bloggable.

Today, I had a batch load.  Allow me to share.

The wet ashtray couple-
They were browsing, window-shopping really, and they smelled so bad.  At first I thought something had been lit and had gone out.  Since we don't smoke in the gallery, I thought that a light had blown or a case backing had caught fire.  I quickly dismissed those conclusions when I realized that the two people shopping were the culprits.  Truly, they smelled exactly as a wet ashtray smells.  A bonus to this lovely couple?  The gallery director witnessed a PDA that could have been trippin' on the way to a littl*e bl*ue pil*l moment.  Oh, yes.  Good times.

The needy lady-
Now, I have helped this woman before.  She comes in with a cane.  I helped her with the door.  She went to the counter, flopped her cane and purse up on the counter and went talking away to the floor manager.  She went and got what the lady needed, the woman went on and on about the earrings, then kept mentioning about how her husband had passed away.  As sad as that is, I've helped her before and knew that she was baiting for a discussion.  The floor manager took the bait.  She told her all about her husband's problems, about her cat who is now her bed companion and about how she thought the cat was a boy, but was really a girl, she found out that the cat was pregnant and had a cat abor*ti*on.  Yes, you read the asterisks correct.  She went on about how kittens would be too much to take care of, so she just decided to abo*rt them.  Oh, yes.  Counter conversation that I could never ever in a million years imagine having ever.  FYI, I didn't comment.  I felt it best to bite my tongue and move on to another task.

The pajama girl-
We had two girls come to visit.  My guess is that they were college age and that one had rolled out of bed and went with her friend when she said, "Hey, I'm going to - - - - !  You wanna come?"  She was dressed in plaid printed fleece pajama pants, Uggs (by brand name no less) and her hair was wadded up in a knot.  That's okay.  I don't look like a rock star either, but I leave my pajama pants AT HOME! 

Squeaky-
She was pajama girl's companion.  She was dressed very nice and had heels on that squeak, squeak, squeaked with every step she took.  The poor dear.  They really were nice shoes.  I have no idea why they squeaked like that.  Yowza.

On a completely different note, the bathroom faucet is dripping and kept me up for a few hours last night.  I actually got to the point of praying to God that Hubs would have to get up to pee so that he could jiggle with the handles to maybe make the madness stop. 

On a related note, do you know what is NOT on TV at night?  There is nothing entertaining.  I mean, there has to be someone out there somewhere that finds watching poker on two different channels at the very same time entertaining, but I do not.  I have determined that if I were rich, I would buy Wen hair products and my unruly hair would be fixed lickety split in one wash.  I watched parrots mate on PBS, then cockatoos in Australia being shooed away by a guy on a golf cart with a guy to keep his crop okay and another guy who tries to pick his fruit before the birds get to it.  Cops was on, which is always entertaining on its own level.  I should add that I did fall asleep to the TV Guide channel because there was some special on the worst celebrity break-ups, which I've watched before but watched again because NOTHING WAS ON.  Oh, yes.  The other night I watched Amelia.  It was good enough for a one time run, but not enough to watch again. 

That leaves me to the weather report.  I mean, this post is a hodge podge of train wreckness, so why not press on with that theme?  Yesterday it was humid, 60 F and it rained and poured all day long.  Today, it was mid 30's and sprinkled a few flakes every now and then, several times.  Yup.  Welcome to Ohio.

Hubs has just put out the request that we buy blinds for our bedroom.  Now, we had them and still have the old ones.  When he put up the new woodwork, we wanted to hang new blinds.  Then, I think Hubs was okay with no blinds.  It is getting a bit sunnier out and the neighbor has installed new dusk to dawn lights.  He said that he feels like he is in the Kenny Rogers Roasters episode on Seinfeld.  The lights are bright and blue and oh my.  I will now be looking for light blocking blinds.  I wanted them, but had to let Hubs come to that conclusion.  You know how that can go sometimes.

Hubs is fine with my returning to our bed this evening.  With him feeling horrible, I've been trying to sleep on the couch to give him the bed to feel better but the lack of sleep (highlighted above) has been dreadful.  I welcome the ability to rest in my own bed. 

Smiles in my day:
-  Hubs was able to leave work early to come home and to take a nap.  He is positive that he is suffering from allergies compliments of the first "burst" of spring and all the pollen that goes with.  To say that it has assaulted his nasal passages is putting it lightly.
-  Being greeted by my friend's partner and his friend this AM when I got to the gallery.  They were looking around to try to see what's out there and how to price his/their work.  The excitement was wonderful.
-  Being able to heat lunch up at work without the pressures of a line stacking up behind me.

Have a great day!