Write about: the malfunction.
Had a pretty long lineup at the door when I opened up at the bakery this morning. The shop was basically full up for the next 45 minutes or so, maybe longer (I didn't exactly have time to check the clock). Wasn't much left by the time the initial rush subsided.
Then the second rush arrived.
The bakery is a very popular place, I will say that. Deservedly so, too. Glad there were two of us up front for the whole morning.
In other job news, I got a call to work the 9 to 5 shift at the community center this Saturday so I'll be doing that. We were already discussing skipping the market (both because the forecast was calling for rain and because we don't have much to offer right now) and that phone call sealed things for me.
This afternoon I stopped by the library to pick up a book for Kat and grabbed a few books for Max while I was there. When he saw them he was very excited. And then he asked me if I worked at the library today.
I think I might have too many jobs.
"Is this working properly?"
"If you have to ask... probably not."
"That's... not a very reassuring answer."
"I'm not paid to reassure. I'm paid to fix things. I'm a repairman, that's what I'm trained to do."
"Well, you could do a little stretching beyond your very specific job description."
"Or I could just fix your busted junk."
"This is not junk!"
"Could have fooled me. Anyway, do you want me to fix it or not?"
"Well... I don't know if it's supposed to be doing this or not. I've lost the instruction manual, you see."
"... I'm pretty sure your electric toothbrush shouldn't be shooting out sparks like that."
"But what if it's a special model? Or a one of a kind edition? Wouldn't it be worth more as is?"
"Whatever, man. It's your mouth."