... I am never ever doing that again.
Top shelf to fetch that one copy of that one book that apparantly was nowhere else in the store, except I swore I'd seen it by the counter earlier today, and then he stands there like a big freak and looks up at me while I flail and boy am I glad I was wearing pants today because ew.
Of course that still doesn't make me not fall down.
And the guy disappears.
Hot baths ftw!
Current Mood: 
sore
Current Music: Letters to Cleo - Cruel To Be Kind