At the moment, I am working in a tiny card shop. We do not get many customers here, and it appears to me that the large majority of people that do come in are, at best, mentally unsound.
The other day a lady came in asking if we sold cards with pictures of babies on them. She said she collected pictures of babies, and that they had to be real babies as opposed to cartoon ones. When I finally managed to find her a picture of a card with a real baby on it, she had what I could most readily associate with a minor breakdown, because she did not like its hair.
'I want to buy it!' she told me, wide eyed, almost sweating. 'But I just... the hair!' She sighed despairingly. 'It's not nice, is it?'
Failing to see what could possibly have been so offensive about standard, orthodox baby hair, I struggled to think of a response that would not contribute to any further distress.
'The baby looks quite happy?'
Anyway, as well as providing efficient customer service to people such as Mad Baby Hair Lady, I also am able to use the till as a computer. Therefore, this blog now exists. Also, considering I have just finished my degree am going to be starting an MA writing course later in the year, I figured this would probably be a good way to keep my writing going, and the ideas flowing.
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