Today Rachel called up from the office to ask me a question.

RACHEL: “I don’t know if you guys are interested, but I just made some hate chocolate. It’s down here if you want some.”
BEN: “Wait, what?”
RACHEL: “It’s downstairs.”
BEN: “HATE Chocolate?”

Of course she meant HOT chocolate. I found the whole thing too hilarious to let go though.

NOTE: If you keep your wallet in your back pocket, do not sit on said wallet all day long. Today I went into work and couldn’t climb any stairs without some shooting pain flairing down my ass to my knee. God that hurt. Nothing says, “hey, Ben, you’re getting old” then not being able to climb some stairs without bitching about it.

Yesterday was probably the best time I’ve had hanging out with Harry. Good times.

A girl came in the store today, totally my type. I tried to get her attention, anything to get her to open up a dialogue with me. But she came in with her father. You could tell she never would have walked in alone. I made small talk with the father for a little while, helplessly hoping for some miracle.

God laughed at my miracle.