WeirdThingsGerogeSaysAndDoes.Com

I'm considering changing this blog to "WeirdThingsGerogeSaysAndDoes.Com."

Yesterday, during "training:"

1. About 10:30 a.m., Geroge walks up while Wes and I are putting the multitude of stuff on the porch to prepare for the workday (the porch of this place is like a humongous garage sale on a small porch).

"Welp, eh, been tryin' to turn Wes gay. It'd help 'em do this job a little better, gets things organized better. As you can see, he ain't gay yet."

2. About 12:00 p.m., George is sitting behind his desk. Only the top two buttons of his denim shirt are buttoned and the rest of his grease stained shirt are sliding down the sides of his belly, revealing an equally unkempt t-shirt.

(With a real weird laugh and smile): "Wes told ya about the initiation yet?"

"Uhhh... No....?"

"Huh. Figgered he would've." He unclasps his fingers resting on his belly and fumbles around in the top drawer of his desk. "This is the cash drawer." He takes out an envelope with money in it. "Try to keep bout a hundred dollars in here. If it's less, I gotta pay sales tax on it." Continues fumbling around in the drawer. "Ahhhh, here it is." He takes out a taser, one that looks police-issued, and turns it on. An electric-blue bolt of stuff I don't want to be near cracks and pops and cracks and pops and sounds like bubble wrap being popped except at a much higher decibel rating. "Can I try this thing out on ya? Wes wouldn't let me do it either. But, see, if anyone ever comes in here givin' ya trouble, we gotta know what we're dealing with here. We gotta know how well this thing works and we can't know unless somebody is willing to let me try it on 'em."

He said he was kidding and purchased the thing mainly for the women who have been employed there, just in case anyone tries anything funny. Part of me wonders.

3. George had a bowie knife stowed in between some books next to his desk. He said he's get rid of it soon... whatever that means. When I went in the shop last Friday, he had two old sabers next to his desk. They're gone now.

I like George.