“Hello and welcome to [Company] Appliance store.  What can I help you with today?”

“I’m looking for a refrigerator.”

“Ahh.. Right this way.  Let me start by showing you the refrigerator I want.”

*Moderated Chuckle* “OK.”

*He escorts us to the nicest refrigerator in the store*

“Now, I know it’s a bit pricey, but it’s the best one in the store.”

At this point, I gape at $2000 price-tag as the saleman begins to describe to me which features he really likes (such as the water dispenser inside the refrigerator rather than on the door), precisely where he would store his frozen pizzas and bulk purchased Hot Pockets.
“I think this one is a bit much for us.  If you can believe it, we don’t really need an ice maker.”  *gets nods from the invidible, silent masses familiar with my room temperature water habits*
After insisting that the space I had must be the standard 70 inches high and not the 68.5 I informed it was measured at, he proceeded to show me refrigerators too big.  Then, as I was trying to figure out how to get the heck out of there, he said.  “Oh, let me show you this setup.”  Now, I’m not sure why I would turn down the $2000 single unit purchase in favor of the $1900 two seperate units purchase.  I mean, having a fridge unit and a freezer unit seems nice and all, but sheesh!  Not at all what I was looking for.

On my way out, he informed me that, when I come back, I should simply ask for Sean or “the good looking one.”  Heh.  Yeah.  Thanks, Sean.  I’ll keep that in mind.

Mardi Gras time is upon us.  I can’t tell you how much I need this Carnival Season.  It looks like Mr. Grandpappy will be joining in the festivities using my newly acquired roof as shelter.  If anybody else cares to join, let me know.  You will probably have to deal with some boxes in the way but the beer will flow, the music will play and the beads will fly. 

“I’m not going to get much more chance to be lazy for a while.  I’ve already got a Honey Do List and I’m the only Honey, so I get to Do.”"I don’t think you’re going to be able to fix all the things you want to.”

“Oh?  Why not?”

“Well… because you’re a woman.”

*ahem*  This came out of the mouth of a co-worker with whom I really need to be able to have a respectful, professional relationship so that we can problem solve together.  Need I say more?