Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Absolutely wrong that a person should have to walk eighteen miles on the Leap Day. At about mile three, I mentioned the Leap Day to a fellow mail order retail employee. It's loud in there of course, so inevitably words get lost in the hullaballoo and squeak of conveyors.
Then at around mile ten, the hand held device directed me to a product that came under the category of 'electronics'. It looked remarkably like yet one more contraption guaranteed to rid the garden of that host of creatures that burrow. I saw the word 'Pocket Gopher.' A cheerful looking chap nibbling what might have been Bok Choy, but with just thirty five percent of a minute to process each item there was not enough time to be certain.