Today at work...

I work for my teacher/friend's boyfriend, who owns a baby store. I basically cut down boxes and price things in the basement. It's driving me insane, this maternal concern for children who wander down the stairs! I feel like an ass, with my "Do I Look Like A Fucking People's Person?" t-shirt, going, "Oh no! Be careful, you don't want to fall and upset your mommy!"

Johnny