On Working Sundays

I worked today. Working on Sundays sucks. There are many, many insane people in Boulder and they all like to visit my job (especially on Sundays). One highlight today was a lady with a screaming baby, and she was screaming over the baby's screaming to "STOP SCREAMING!" Fun to watch, but painful to hear.

Then there's pencil man who has a mysterious girlfriend but "You wouldn't know her; she's from Canada." He seems very Jan Brady and stays in the store so looooooonnnnnnngggggg he almost qualifies for squatter's rights.

Now I'm at the second job and am trying to think of a non-snarky way to tell a singer that they cannot audition for the choir over email. I don't mean I'll send them an email saying they can't audition....they actually want to audition over email instead of in person. I'm trying to figure out how that would work.

Perhaps like this: la la la LA LA LA LA llllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaa (oops, I was sharp there!) la la la la LA!
Like I said, working on Sundays sucks.

A new Erinku:
Absent singer, yet singing
Absent dinner, yet whining
Two jobs, too often
suck ass.