Newfound respect for Radio Shack. -Or- thank your local businessperson.

I walked into Radio Shack in hopes of finding a new phone cover for my Nokia 6190. so I walk in, and look around, and the regular tv channels are on the tv. then I hear something familiar.

“What Matter of man are you that can summon fire?”

“I… am an Enchanter.”

“By what name are you know?”

“There are some who call me… … Tim.”

to top this off, there was only one salesperson there, and I was the only customer. most of the time this happens, the salesperson will just call people and talk, to leave me stranded w/o a salesperson. but this man just talked to me helped me find what I needed, Hell, he even installed it free of charge. we talked cars for a bit, we talked politics, then I paid and left.
thank YOU, Radio Shack man, for being so cool.

…are you on drugs?

Whammo, what a silly question to ask.

EVERYONE knows Brainerd doesn’t have drugs, it has potholes.

Obviously Adam was smoking one of THOSE;)

Oh, he’s in Brainerd! Well, he could have been bitten by a mosquito whose last meal was a pothead in Duluth and gotten an infusion from that. God knows they’re big enough to carry a decent dose up there…

jayjay