Memorable customers

Yesterday, I told a 67-year old man that, no, I have to slide your card up here at my register for credit instead of in the card reader pad which was asking for his PIN.  He actually told me, "Whatever.  I'll just do debit."

Twice this afternoon, customers said to me, "Let me ask you a question," and I answered, "Deep fried!"  We laughed.

A middle aged dude commented on how some coupon wasn't working.  I told him it was just me being mean to people.  He told me, "You don't have a mean bone in your body."  I judo chopped his collarbone to prove him wrong.  No, I'm kidding; I smiled instead.  We actually had a fine time.

We found Michael Jackson's greatest hits on one of the computers we sell.  Naturally, we turn that up and the (lame) store music down so that we can enjoy ourselves a bit more.  This is awesome.

Today I saw one lady slightly grooving to the MJ music, one man start singing along, and one mother make her baby dance.  This is awesomer.

My journal

I've been wanting to post some photos of my journal that I decoupaged! i wanted it to look something like a field journal, and I think I captured that idea pretty well! I'm very pleased with it. Here it is, my moleskine journal!

Human Moment #58

I was walking up the stairwell last night. These two fellas were acting a little silly, and I made eye contact with one of them. We both laghed a little at how silly they were. So I said, "What's your name?
A: Ash..ojoid
L: Ash-what?
A: Astral.
L: Astral? Woah! I love that name! I wish my name was Astral! (I really do like that name a lot.)
A: Really? Well, maybe you could be Astral II.
L: Yeah. Or I could be AstrA.
A: Yeah. Ok, Astra!
L to R: And what's your name?
R: Rashad.
L: Ah, that's cool.
R to A : Oh, she doesn't want my name...
L: Well, I already changed my name once today, give me a break!
A: Haha... See ya, Astra!
L: Bye, Astral, Rashad!

:)

Human Moment #56

At the moment, I'm hanging out on a recliner in H-2, writing my paper. A freshman girl I don't starts walking towards me. I thought she was going to go through the stairwell or to the bathroom or something, but it turns out she was coming down the hall to pick up a book she had left at the foot of the recliner I'm sitting in. "Hello," she said.
"Hello."
"What are you doing?"
"Writing a 15-page paper."
"Woah! 50? or 15?"
"Oh, only 15... But that's still a lot."
"Yeah! That's a whole lot! Can I pray for you?"
"Hn? Sure!"
We take each others' hands. 'My name's Angela, by the way."
"Hi, I'm Lindsay."
And she prays for me.
Sincerity and concern and love.
From a girl I just met.
Christ's love displayed beautifully.