Our next door neighbors are having some fence, awning, built-in patio work done, and the other day one of the workers knocked on our door. He was having a hard time explaining what he needed in English, so I brought up Google Translate on my phone and he typed
I showed my husband the dumpster gif and after staring in shock and horror he said, “I hope they didn’t just drive away after that,” which reminded me of another seasonal tale.
Back when I worked at Tower Records it was typical at the end of the year to receive a ton of calendars and calendar stands. Rather than have them all clumped up in one section of the store my manager wanted the kiosks spread throughout the store so customers would have multiple opportunities to browse and, hopefully, buy. With this in mind, he started to drag one of the kiosks from the books section of the store to the magazine section.
Unfortunately, not all calendar displays are created equal, and the one my manager was moving was a particularly shoddy example. As he dragged it from one section to another it didn’t so much fall apart as it *disintegrated,* slopping wire bits and slippery, cellophane-wrapped calendars (in my mind, they all featured horses or kittens or puppies) aaaaaalllllllll across the floor in a 20 foot reef of chaos.
My manager took a look at the wreckage he’d left behind him, like a temporally inclined slug-trail, and turned around and kept walking to the opposite side of the store. I nearly cracked a rib laughing.
I showed my husband the dumpster gif and after staring in shock and horror he said, “I hope they didn’t just drive away after that,” which reminded me of another seasonal tale.
Back when I worked at Tower Records it was typical at the end of the year to receive a ton of calendars and calendar stands. Rather than have them all clumped up in one section of the store my manager wanted the kiosks spread throughout the store so customers would have multiple opportunities to browse and, hopefully, buy. With this in mind, he started to drag one of the kiosks from the books section of the store to the magazine section.
Unfortunately, not all calendar displays are created equal, and the one my manager was moving was a particularly shoddy example. As he dragged it from one section to another it didn’t so much fall apart as it *disintegrated,* slopping wire bits and slippery, cellophane-wrapped calendars (in my mind, they all featured horses or kittens or puppies) aaaaaalllllllll across the floor in a 20 foot reef of chaos.
My manager took a look at the wreckage he’d left behind him, like a temporally inclined slug-trail, and turned around and kept walking to the opposite side of the store. I nearly cracked a rib laughing.
No, he did not come back to clean it up.
Reef of chaos!!! ☠️