Bittersweet Nothings

I don't know if it's official yet- my knowledge of time changes and seasons is only slightly more limited than my knowledge of world geography -but it seems the summer heat is broken. Applause, applause. I'm quite ready to put the shorts away for another year and break out the jackets and sweaters.

Still haven't edited, collated and uploaded those vacation pics yet, one of these days.

Things are heating up at the toy store, bigger shipments every week leading up to the holiday onslaught. Should be very interesting as we get into the thick of it ere long. By all accounts it becomes a royal nuthouse for a few weeks beginning with Black Friday, for all retailers but especially the toy venues as folks stock up on baubles for the wee tykes.

A field trip to another store to help out with their weekly delivery turned into a debacle of sorts. I thought it would be a cool comraderie of fellow toy aficianados glad for the assistance of myself and Big Don, one of my regular toy store cohorts. Not.

Instead we got tossed into the mix with a handful of low energy, seemingly un-motivated youth who apparently have a habit of not finishing their weekly delivery in timely fashion. Instead of being glad for the help, they seemed downright disdainful of these two strange beings who showed up early, unloaded their truck in half the time they usually take and priced in six hours what they might not have finished stocking before the following week's delivery. So after the first few hours of slight assistance from the natives- and my best attempts to win them over with my inestimable charm and humour falling flat -we sort of lowered our heads, dug into the stacks of toy goods and determined to make the best showing we could for ourselves and go home. 

The capper- no pun intended -was the disappearance of my favorite timeworn Abercrombie baseball cap. We took our lunch at the end of the day and came back to retrieve our jackets and sundry goods before heading home to find the hat conspicuously absent. Questions regarding its whereabouts were met with blank looks and protestations of ignorance from the tweener crew and a search of the stockroom proved fruitless. Waahh...

All in all a rather disappointing experience.

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