Fantastic Friday of Fun.

Been one hellacious day.

The surly bum of store legend sailed in with the noon breeze. The battle was fierce, but short. Once again he was repulsed. By all that is holy or profane, I hope this time shall mark the last of him. If not, perhaps no one will notice if I throw him under the tires of a passing truck. Ah a boy can dream.

In addition, whilst this epic conflict was being played out, someone raided the racks of gay movies to smuggle them into the restroom. Once within, they pilfered the sleeves and stashed the denuded boxes. The evidence was discovered moments after the Bum-Beast was driven off.

A scant hour later, a demure flower of a woman came back in. She'd not been seen since the police and EMTs recovered her from our bathroom, where she'd passed out beyond rousing by the valiant staff here. What a bloody mess. Not only brandishing a lit cigarette in blatant contravention of the store rules, she'd been deemed persona non grata by the management from her last visit. Go figure. We might be disinclined to want someone here like that. It certainly took her by surprise. She spent a few choice minutes venting her own volatile brand of opinion as to my character and that of the store. Fortunately, she did move somewhat promptly to the door when it became clear to her we were quite uninterested in her pleas and frustration. Granted, she did let loose a new tantrum in the lot according to customers entering at that golden moment. Poor baby.

And through it all, I have to wonder why in the name of holey, sodden underwear would someone want to steal the cover off DVD boxes? What is the bloody use? You can get more wank value out of ads in free papers, magazines, even the internet. It isn't going to net you a new movie. Gah. I cannot stand mind-numbingly insipid crimes.