People are strange, when you're a stranger...

It is so interesting observing all the people who come in to Barnes and Noble. There's definitely your hottie alternative intellectual who comes through, and I definitely enjoy checking those out. Then there's your families, coming to get their children books to read to fill their minds, and couples, who come in for something to do. Then there are the strange people that you just wonder where in the world they come from. For example, on Tuesday night, we had this man come in who had this brown paper bag with an open bottle of alcohol in it that he was drinking from. I think he must have been kind of tipsy because he was being really obnoxious bothering people and, when we were escorting him out of the store, he spilled some of his alcohol all over the floor. Who in their right mind would bring an open bottle of alcohol into a store? It's illegal. Then, last night this woman came in about twenty minutes to closing time, asked what time we closed at, and then when I told her it was 10, she asked where the bathroom was. How long exactly was she planning on spending in there that she was worried she would get kicked out? There are definitely some crazy people out there.

On another note, one of my dreams was fulfilled yesterday, if only it was as good in reality as it was in my mind. I got on my bus in Champaign to take me over to my class on campus, and the bus was completely packed with all these fire-fighters to be who were having three days of training at U of I. There was barely enough room for me to squeeze in up front behind the white line. Now, this would have been great if they were as hot as they always are in movies. However, these firefighters were mostly older, overweight, and smelly, obviously quitting their jobs to fulfill their lifelong dream of becoming a firefighter. Oh, well.