^{@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself will not be writing a post today.}

I repeat!

No post today!

Would You Like a Hand With That

Since I'm here,

^{I might as well say something.}

I don't have time to write a post today. I've been running around, trying to get things done.

That's actually a lie. I didn't run. It was more like a meandering stumble with hints of footsteps and a dash of walk.

I was at the store and someone asked me, "Would you like a hand with that?"

I told her I didn't bring my saw.

She didn't get the joke, of course, and I didn't get a hand. I was given a dumb look instead.

She walked away, I kept her presence within the corner of my eye for safekeeping. I watched her approach a coworker. I pretended to be busy. She started talking to her coworker friend, then, she fucking pointed at me. They were talking about me.

I was expecting that though. This has happened before.

The moment she pointed was the same time I made sure to look directly at her. Just picture someone standing frozen with their mouth open along with a finger, slowly drooping, and trying to be invisible.

Didn't work!

^{I saw that!}

I hope you enjoyed your moment of awkwardness!

I enjoy messing with people. That's one of my hobbies. I get bored.

Standing in line at the bank was fun.

^{I made a discovery while I was there.}

If you flick the little railing apparatus they use to keep us in line and obedient, it sounds like a bell.

Every time one of the well dressed bank tellers would say, "Next," I'd flick the railing and make the noise.

Ding!

^{I lost count.}

I'm sure there was at least twenty people in front of me. The only sounds anyone could hear in that building were people speaking quietly, conducting their business like normal people do; and me, dinging.

It gets better.

When it was finally my turn, I heard the word, "Next," and someone else made the damn ding sound.

I turned around, briefly, I had a little smirk on my face that probably made me look like a pervert, and all I could see were about twenty people acting innocent, staring at me.

I guess it's unusual to turn around and face the wrong direction when it's your turn to talk to the nice bank lady.

I heard the ding three more times before I left. Someone was messing with me. I wonder how long it went on for after I left. I feel as if I started a new trend today.

Anyway

^{Busy busy.}

I apologize for not having a post ready for you today. Tomorrow, I'm free nearly all day so I should be able to come up with something.

Until then...

Have a nice day.

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