With little stick figure death theatre drawings for art. Or like... butchered cows or something.
Me and a coworker had a giggle fit over a guy coming through my line at 9:30 this morning with 4 super sized squeeze bottles of KY Jelly. We're such 10 year olds. But c'mon... *4* bottles of it? It's not like there was a great KY deal this week or something...
We're told to "support the purchase"... basically ask about or mention something good about what the person is buying. hehehehe... We spent about 45 minutes coming up with comments.
"That's an awful lot of lube. Working on something especially in need of greasing?" "Oh, this is the best brand of personal lubricant. It's my favorite." "yeah, you would think "glide" would be a lubricant. But it's not, it's floss. Don't mix those up!"
Okay.. it was funnier then.
There is this movie called Desire and Hell at Sunset Motel that I have some weird affinity for. It's not a great movie.. but there's just something about it. Sherilyn Fenn... David Johansen (aka Buster Poindexter... formerly of the New York Dolls) ... strange 50s thriller-ish with this great beatnick guy.
For some reason it just popped into my head. I guess I'll have to put that on my list of tapes to get.