I know what you’re thinking. “That Boochen,” you’re thinking, “is a serious blog-slacker.” And right you are. I throw myself at the feet of my tiny audience and beg mercy. I’ve got no excuse other than sheer laziness.
A few weeks ago, I got not one but two shout-outs from bloggers I like. Who, it would seem, also like me. “Boo,” I said to myself, “you really must post something about that before you forget and a few weeks go by.” Oops. Well, better late than never, right?
First up was Tinman, who listed this blog as one his 15 favorites when he received a Blog Love award from one of his fans. That was awfully nice, as Tinman and I don’t know each other beyond liking each others’ writing. Check him out; he’s a funny guy. And Irish, too.
Then, not even a week later, Geek Ergo Sum (an Englishman) listed me in his “friends who blog” post. He describes my blog as “another blog that combines anger at stupid people (aka the customer) with humour. Again I wish I could a) write this funny and b) as much. There is also a c) I want to know which shop this guy works at and go and be the bestest and politest customer ever.” I’m embarrassed that he wishes he could write “as much” as I do, as I’m clearly not. Writing much. (For the record, if you’re reading this GES, if you’re ever in the upper left corner of the United States, you might wanna be on your best behavior.)
So, thanks guys. I appreciate the recognition, especially from bloggers who inspire me to be better at this stuff. If I were to list other favorites or suggestions, I would say go read Thag’s blog for consistently humorous posts, John’s blog for consistently interesting movie-related posts and Dyson Logos’ blog for some of the coolest role-playing game maps around. And, to round out this list, two very funny women who write better than me. And less often. Don’t Make That Face shares her insane family with the world. And finally, the first blog I found when I came to WordPress, Miz Parker continues to provide the kind of writing I aspire to in my blog, amusing us with her observations of people and the dumb things they do in public.
So that’s about that. Before I go, a short work story:
Customer, wallet in hand and ready to pay: “You take Euros, yes?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry, we don’t.”
Customer, frowning and holding a wad of big white bills out to me: “You don’t take Euros? Really? You don’t?”
Me: “Sorry, our system isn’t set up to take most foreign currency.”
Customer, pulling some other bills from his wallet: “How about British Pounds?”
Me, shaking my head and smiling: “I’m sorry, we don’t. We can take Canadian dollars or, of course, US dollars. But no other foreign currency.”
Customer, looking at me and shaking his head as if I’m just picking on him: “No? How about the Euros? Everyone takes them, yes?”
Me: “I’m sorry, no. Our registers aren’t set up to convert from Euros or Pounds or, really, anything other than Canadian dollars.”
Customer, frowning and sighing heavily: “Really? Are you sure?”
Yeah, you got me. I just don’t want to do it because I don’t like your accent.
Me: “Yeah, really. I know it seems odd, but it’s true. Here in the US, we don’t take Euros. Credit cards work, if you want to use one.”
Customer, still shaking his head like I’m just holding up this long line to torment him: “Fine, I guess. Doesn’t make sense, but if you say so.”
Just so you know, we also don’t take Yen, Pesos, Krona, Francs, Marks, Rupees, Rubles, Lira, Dinars, beads, chickens or daughters.