in which our heroine avoids writing about the past twenty-four hours.

I must be insane: I am doing Holidailies right after finishing with NaNo. I had to post a couple of funny things before I make the post listing how the past twenty-four hours has made me wonder if I was indeed born under a bad sign.

the first one is from work, and of course it's courtesy of my manager Renée: she was doing an order for a lady's 60th birthday, and it was being hosted by her kids, listed in the wording as "Given by the Foster children" and listing four first names after that. obvious to any thinking person, the kids' last name is Foster. however, Renée took that to mean "oh, how sweet, the woman has four foster kids" and changed it to "Given by her foster children". the customer didn't say anything, only asked for it to be changed back to how it was originally entered. Renée told this story and laughed at how stupid she was for making that mistake. she told me this around noon and I'm still giggling about it.

the second is from the grocery store. I stopped after work to pick up a couple of things. the self-checkout I ended up at was next to one of their holiday food drive displays, where I think the deal listed there was if you donate $10 (whether in money or buying the actual food, I'm not sure), you get a canvas bag with the food drive logo on it. while I went through my transaction, an employee was standing next to the display explaining to a female customer about this bag thing. and then I overheard the employee say "no, we don't donate the food to you, we donate it to a community food bank". I managed to get out of the store before cracking up. what kind of person doesn't understand the concept of a food drive?