I visited an office supply store on my lunch hour today. It's my happy place. What's not to love about a place full of nifty - and oh so cute - organizational doodads, paper of every kind, and pens in every colour? It cures my headaches, lifts my spirits, soothes my ruffled feathers, calms my nerves. And it's a gift that keeps on giving because every single time I use the notebook or the pen, or the file folder, I experience the same happiness all over again.
So there I was, gleefully sifting through a pile of discounted spiral-bound notebooks when another member of the public, a very nice looking lady, walked by, saying "Excuse me?" "Yes, can I help you?" I helpfully asked with a big smile on my face. She looked at me, very puzzled.
I realized she was calling to a store employee. Then I remembered I wasn't actually at work. "Oh, sorry, I don't work here!" I laughed.
She walked away very quickly.