Of course it makes sense, just pretend you stubbed your toe or something... On an extremely expensive old chest or valuable peice of antique-ery.... Since that's what I just did. It was terribly exiting.

Working at an antiques store. This place moves at a thrilling glacial rate, but there is no complaining. Only running to the dairy mart and getting coffees of bad qualities. Opening up tomorrow; might bring my laptop so as to be able to operate on something that doesn't rely on Explorer and MSN. It's the Yahoo crap that bugs me, really. I don't think this poor lady knows how to take care of her computer.

Also, the keyboard is wonky.

Woe!

I need to set up a system of mirrors in here so as to be able to watch the people who do occasionally come in here. There's a dearth of pricetags. I'll have to ask the owner to price things so people can... y'know.... BUY STUFF. No wonder this place is slow >.>