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Someone please explain why adult men find it funny to try and claim they made the bill they’re paying with just that morning after they see it get checked with the counterfeit detector pen. This has been happening every day for the past two weeks to my cashiers. Different guys, but the same exact joke. And today the guy saying it actually got pissed off that everybody didn’t laugh about it like it was the funniest thing we’d ever heard. Sorry but we’ve heard it over a dozen times and it wasn’t that funny to begin with.

And the fact that other people have found it funny? Means absolutely nothing to me. Either they have a different sense of humor or, what I think is the case, they were workers who had to laugh either to get a tip out of you or just to keep their job, since according to my new hire the fact that I’ve said that as long as they aren’t rude as shit to the customers I don’t care what they do so long as they’re professional. They don’t have to laugh at the crappy jokes or joke around them if they don’t want. Just be polite and don’t make me have any guest complaints to deal with.

I didn't think I'd actually say this, but for the first time I'm glad I'm here and not in Boston. It's hotter there right now than it is here and it looks like that's going to be the case for a few days. While I miss the East Coast, I don't miss the humidity during their heatwaves.

The number of people at Comic-Con has been insane. Everywhere you go, people. I got overwhelmed a few times and we had to go hide back at back the hotel sometimes but overall it was pretty fun. Much better going with someone than going alone that's for sure. If you're claustrophobic-not the place for you.

I have this new neighbor who moved into the condo next to mine. Older guy, probably in his 70's and I swear the man doesn't sleep. He's turned his back porch into a work space and I hear him out there at the ass-crack of down, sawing or hammering or whatever. He's still awake when I get home at like ten or eleven at night. Every single light is on in his house. Sometimes he's standing on the front steps staring at the street. Its kind of weird.

I just saw a suggestion on facebook to add your own hair to your potted plants as free plant food. And you know, even if I've probably accidently killed every plant I've ever touched, I'm good. If it comes down to it, I'll just get a fabric tree or something, because I've seen this movie. Today you feed your plant hair, next week you've got a venus flytrap yelling "feed me Seymore". And I just don't need to deal with that.