June 2, 2009
I logged into the register and slammed the drawer shut, looking around. Lamar was acting goofy, yet endearing. He occasionally glanced at me but it was accepted I was only the cashier of the hour. I looked for his pet rock next to the computer he used to produce blueprints for customers but didn't see it. I wondered what the next everlasting gobstopper of humor might be in the unchanging retail environment. Later, I agreed to "flat-stack" two by fours, purposefully creating an avalanche of cedar to organize into a level plane. Just focusing on whatever task was at hand.