Off to Fresno! (And an unplanned tangent)

Wow, with an exclamation point even.

So I'm taking a few days off work to visit with my familia in good ole California! It's hard to believe I've been living in Portland for four months. Doesn't it seem like just yesterday that I flew the coup?

It'll be nice seeing my old stomping grounds again. What won't be nice is the 100 degree weather waiting for me. Today's high in Portland was 70 with a nice breeze. Too bad I was in doors most the day. But at least Snot Man didn't show up.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

Yeah, well, Snot Man is this rather large African American gentleman with a thick beard and an awful stutter. Directly below his nostrils is a shiny moustache. When he first stepped to my till I couldn't tear my eyes away from his unusually shiny stache. It looked like he'd had a bowl of Vaseline for breakfast.

And then it happened.

Split pea soup with a vengeance. The frothy sap poured from his nostrils as if some infected boil had just burst in his nose cavity. He was very conscious of his predicament; he kept wiping the snot away with his hand. Meanwhile he continued to ask me to look up movie after movie. I finally told him that I would look up only one more--the rest he'd have to go and find on the floor himself.

I thought about trailing him with a few "Caution, Wet Floor" signs--just in case someone slipped on his slimy deposits. Luckily he left after realizing he couldn't rent movies without a credit card. Unluckily, the next day I found one of the movies he'd inquired about missing a disk.

Snot Man strikes again. Where's Kleenex Man when you need him.