Today the boys had a playdate at a friend's house, which freed me up to look for a dress for a wedding we are scheduled to attend next weekend. The dress hunting was a bust. Everything was too ugly for words. Much of it reminded me of something that a valium housewife from the fifties would wear to an afternoon recipe exchange.

Not to be totally defeated, I decided to go to Harry & David and get some year end gifts for John Paul's teachers. I walk in and who should be my shopping advisor--Steve Buscemi. Ok, it was not Steve Buscemi, but man was this guy close. He even spoke like him. So he's ringing up my stuff and I say, I think you missed something. He checks and says no. I then go next store to get a coffee while the Buscemi look alike gift wraps my stuff.

As I'm studying the receipt, I realize he did indeed forget to charge me for something. I'm sorta thinking, Gee I already warned him, so maybe I dont have to tell him again and I just walk away. But, you know it's awful hard to rip off the Buscemi look alike. I keep thinking that Tony killed him on the Sopranos, he was a way big loser in Ghost Town and gee he was a loser in Trees Lounge. And he sure seems to be a loser right now. So I tell him and he is really greatful.

It was kinda scary because his name tag said he was shift manager. This didnt seem like too big a deal, since as far as I could tell he was the only guy there. Which is even scarier, because he couldn't even manage himself.