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Tuesday, November 18:

OH, MY GOD. I want to scream. WHEN was the last time I wrote up a journal entry? Egads. Way too long. Also, it appears I haven't even posted my Halloween bash! I have pictures and, I assure you, when my chaotic and eccentric life sorts itself out, I'll be right back here on the computer. The soft glow of the screen will be going all night long as I try to post that infamous report up of sugar, costumes, and general trickery and mayhem.

Anyway.... life. Ha. Don't make me laugh. No, no, don't even bring up all the bad stuff that's been going on at work. It's a power struggle of ranking, I know. If you do mention what's been going on, I'll spaz out, and drag myself to a corner where I'll adopt a fetal position, muttering nonsensical jargon until your own ears bleed.

So, I was closing tonight. It was a little before 7 pm, and by now... it's dark. Winter set in pretty quickly and, for Ohio, around 5:30 it is so dark outside that you can't see your hand in front of your face. Not to mention it's so bone chilling cold that I think, if you spat a loogie, it would freeze in midair. Ah... beautiful picture I painted!

I was walking around the store floor, doing my rounds on checking up on things. Closer it gets to closing, the more I want to watch the customers for shady people. Of COURSE... there was only one family in the store. I forgot to mention that, the later it gets, the less people come by. So, yeah, there was only one family in there. Didn't bother me. I like the quite moments, late at night, in that store.

But my silence was short lived.

As I was singing to K.T Tunstall that was being blasted over the radio (and, trust me, with this song I really get into it. I dance and everything, even when stocking), and all of a sudden I heard recorded gunfire. Oh, one of those toy guns, I thought. That's alright. I knew there were two kids- boys- with that mom and dad remaining in the store.

I turned the corner of an aisle, and proceeded to walk up the main pathway to the front of the store. My intention was to check on my cashier. This, of course, is when I stopped. I couldn't help a smile come to my face.

I was watching a young boy. He couldn't have been older than nine. Anyway, he was on the floor, in a belly crawl, with a broom in his hand. His head was darting back and forth, eying his surroundings, trying to find out where his older brother was. He was the one "shooting" at him.

Of course, a few things came to my mind. My insanity cooked up the Metal Gear Solid theme, and I instantly heard that in my imagination. I mean, heck, the little kid could probably put Snake to shame with how enthusiastic he was in doing that crawl with that nasty, dust covered broom (I'm assuming he was playing with it rather roughly). When was the last time you saw Snake with a slap-happy grin on his face (excluding all the times he's looking at anything even related to porn, sexy women, cigarettes, etc)? Mmm? Thought so.

Nevertheless, the boy spotted me grinning at him. Of course, he probably thought I was going to scold the s**t out of him. He meekly got to his feet, putting the broom aside.

At that moment, his brother rushed from the card aisle, "gunning" his brother down. His younger brother, too caught in the idea that he was in trouble (with me?! HA! Dear lord, he doesn't know me well, does he?!), was too afraid to do anything.

I began walking towards him and, pausing to look at the young brother, I cracked a wily grin that could put The Fear to shame. "He got ya bad," I said, with a hint of a laugh. Winking, I walked on.

I wasn't going to scold him! Hell, my district manager, or whatever, could have been down and seen him. I don't care. I wanted him to have fun. We don't do that often enough, do we?

Dang. Now I want to dress up in fake-Snake MGS style gear, grab a broom, and go crawling around on the floor or some store. I'll touch my ear, make a Codec noise, and then scream, "GOD! I know how to climb a ladder"!

Ah.... Good times. Good times...

A good life, too.

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