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hey guys
so this lady comes into the Jones Store and wants to return some pants that she bought that were to big. so she comes to my register and takes off her pants to return them. this lady WORE the pants that she didnt want into the store. so this woman is standing in her underwear in the middle of a department store wanting her money back. needless to say, i was in shock at the situation and tried explaining to her that i couldn't return them because she had worn them in the store and had no tags or receipt (and the fact that she would have no pants to wear out of the store.) she ended up making me call a manager and then, after i had to return them anyway, she bought another pair (thank god) and left the dressing room a mess. it was the weirdest day of my life.
on another note, stephen is doing better. we're looking at a 1993 honda civic to buy. it has less miles than my car, and yeait is in really good condition (and its a stick shift!!!! that makes me HAPPY!!!!!!!!  ) except, i'm not sure if the clutch slips a little, or if i'm a little rusty in driving a stick.
anyways.
thats all for me
mary
oh yeah, i have a new poem. it makes no sense though
like something from a novel
you sprung at me and I found myself
entranced in a deep new world of you
(with every page turned, there is a whole
new journey)
of color, of meaning, of intellect,
and of comic relief.
[I would see
whispers of tales shared long ago
in my dreams
only shared between two.
the browns and greens
flashing together,
melding to one;
music dancing to the
beat of us,
and delving to the soul
the very hand print you left on my
spirit]
if I could write the end,
it would be falling asleep in
your arms every night watching
politics on television. | 
