Ah, they only come out at night...

I managed to utterly shame myself yesterday. I stopped in at a little used cd store, and I picked up a David Cross cd. It cost about twelve bucks and I gave the cashier a twenty. I noticed he calculated the change wrong and he was giving me back a ten dollar bill. I noticed this, and said nothing. The cashier caught his error and gave me the correct change, and I tried to pretend that I didn’t notice. What an asshole I am. I immediately punished myself by getting drunk and walking around, while listening to the David Cross album. He’s a comedian, by the way, and a terribly funny one; I must have looked like quite the Christmas ham walking around, laughing to myself. No matter.
A very funny phone call, yesterday. A few months ago, a friend of mine left a pair of sneakers in my apartment. Yesterday, he left me a message saying he wanted to pick them up. I called him back in the evening to let him know he could come by whenever.

Him: I’ll be by around midnight.
Me: Midnight? What are you up to, right now?
Him: I’m at the fair.
Me: The fair?
Him: Yeah, I’m like a carnie, now!
Me: A carnie? When did this happen?
Him: Last night! I was just hanging around and I asked for a job!
Me: So what do you do?
Him: I’m dressed up like a mad scientist. I have a lab coat and everything!
Me: A mad scientist? What do you have to do?
Him: I run like a fucking freak show or something!

Maybe you have to know the guy to find this as funny as I do. On top of everything, during the year he studies biology, and actually has to sincerely wear a lab coat. We all kind of figured he would eventually become a mad scientist, just not in this form.