Just didn’t get any interesting mail this week. Trippy. Managed to go shopping today to try and trick myself into actually cooking something from the vegetarian cookbook I purchased last week. Taurean came over later on after Texas Ranger never called to set up the particulars about or “date”. We went down to Perimeter which was ripe with DL men and the women who mothered their children. While in fye, I was accosted by a salesperson who tried to convince me the correct pronounciation of Akira was actually Acura, like the Japanese luxury car.

Karsh: See those little squiggly letters on the front of the box? Those are called hiragana, and they say Akira.

Salesperson #1: Dude, it’s AKira. Like, I do work here.

After me and Taurean split, I headed down to B&N to pick up a Woody Herman CD. There, I got into it with yet another salesperson.

Salesperson #2: Can I help you?
Karsh: No thanks. I was looking for Ella in Budapest Live but I see y’all don’t have it.
S #2: Oh ok. Might I recommend Kelly Price’s new CD?
K: Umm…no. Do you have any Woody Herman?
S #2: Umm…let me check. *two minutes pass* Umm, no we don’t.
K: Yes you do. It’s right here. *picks up the CD*
S #2: Oh. Well you know we got like some..um…Miles Davis and John Coltrane. You know, ‘cuz it’s the Black Arts Celebration.
K: NBAF? Yeah, I know.
S #2: Well don’t you want some black music?
K: …
S #2: …
K: Just ring me up please. Thank you.

Just another day in the life of a Black gay blogger.

UPDATE: Texas Ranger just called me (as of 12:31am) drunk as a skunk and asking if he could come over and fuck around for a minute. Boy, I sure can pick ‘em.

[tags]retail, customer service[/tags]