Oh no, they say he's got to go

A man came up to my register the other day with a very serious look on his face.

"I need to tell you something," he said.
"Ok," I replied.
"What do you call a baby kangaroo that just sits around all day and doesn't do anything?" he queried.
"I...don't know?"
"A pouch potato. There, wasn't that stupid." And he walked away.

Thanks dood.

So tomorrow is the Savers christmas party, and I am totally not pumped about it. Hanging out late into the evening, watching my coworkers get drunk and try to bowl? Sign me up for sure. I do not have very high expectations for this christmas party. Oh, well, it's free.