Kips Bay continues to be the scariest if not slowest Petco in the known universe. Unfortunately, it also continues to be the closest to my office.

Today the cashier rang me up fast enough. But while my receipt was printing out she pulled up the sleeve of her babydoll T-shirt to finger the fresh tattoo there. I could sympathize, of course, with the unconscious motion, but then she lost me by reaching behind her for a bottle of Lubriderm. Thank God she had enough sense to complete the transaction before actually applying it. I didn't look back to see if she had enough sense to complete the next customer's transaction before applying it.

In other news, the air conditioner in our office is being repaired—faulty compressor—and it's like John Goodman's armpit in here. Gah.