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*Moving to 152-10 17th Ave. Whitestone. Saw a picture. Attached house; brick face. Big house numbers.
*282, 200+ for the next two days, 33. Would we die?
*Coach bus from Pennsylvania. Just reached New Jersey. Five hours. Marching band.
*In school, fainted after math class. Walking around school. Syrupy medicine that was supposed to be awful but wasn't that bad. Junior high-type building. Friends, some real, some imaginary.
*Some sort of bus. Older firefighter dude. Younger dude with younger brother. Fighting for the sunny spot. Countryside (cows? a church?).
Hurray for gibberish. I've had a few dreams over the past two nights that really stuck out and that I've remembered. I don't know why. I DO want to go to Whitestone now and see if that place exists. Yahoo Maps says it does. WEIRD.
In other news, yesterday at work, the cutest thing happened. This English guy and his girlfriend came into the store and started looking around. He took out his wallet, dumping a LOT of change into his hand. I thought he was going to buy gum. XD He came over to me and Evelise and said he was from England and wasn't sure how change worked in this country, so he asked us to give him a quick tutorial. Evelise was like "<3_<3" over his accent.
Ya gotta admit British accents are pretty cool.
So since she was fangirling, I told him what a dime and nickel were worth (ten and five cents, respectively; one-tenth and one-twentieth of a dollar); he was able to figure out a quarter and a penny on his own. "I don't know how to do it, so I've just been giving everyone notes." That made ME fangirl on the inside because we call notes "bills" in this country, even though it does say "Federal Reserve Note" on the top of each ... note/bill/paper-money-type-object. You just don't hear anyone call them notes. EVER. I suggested that he should buy some gum because that would get rid of his change. He laughed, but he and his girlfriend walked out the store without buying anything.
Evie and I had time to fangirl some more before the next customer came in; it was a slow day.
*282, 200+ for the next two days, 33. Would we die?
*Coach bus from Pennsylvania. Just reached New Jersey. Five hours. Marching band.
*In school, fainted after math class. Walking around school. Syrupy medicine that was supposed to be awful but wasn't that bad. Junior high-type building. Friends, some real, some imaginary.
*Some sort of bus. Older firefighter dude. Younger dude with younger brother. Fighting for the sunny spot. Countryside (cows? a church?).
Hurray for gibberish. I've had a few dreams over the past two nights that really stuck out and that I've remembered. I don't know why. I DO want to go to Whitestone now and see if that place exists. Yahoo Maps says it does. WEIRD.
In other news, yesterday at work, the cutest thing happened. This English guy and his girlfriend came into the store and started looking around. He took out his wallet, dumping a LOT of change into his hand. I thought he was going to buy gum. XD He came over to me and Evelise and said he was from England and wasn't sure how change worked in this country, so he asked us to give him a quick tutorial. Evelise was like "<3_<3" over his accent.
Ya gotta admit British accents are pretty cool.
So since she was fangirling, I told him what a dime and nickel were worth (ten and five cents, respectively; one-tenth and one-twentieth of a dollar); he was able to figure out a quarter and a penny on his own. "I don't know how to do it, so I've just been giving everyone notes." That made ME fangirl on the inside because we call notes "bills" in this country, even though it does say "Federal Reserve Note" on the top of each ... note/bill/paper-money-type-object. You just don't hear anyone call them notes. EVER. I suggested that he should buy some gum because that would get rid of his change. He laughed, but he and his girlfriend walked out the store without buying anything.
Evie and I had time to fangirl some more before the next customer came in; it was a slow day.
