Is It St. Patrick's Day or Is It Me?

Yesterday, the crazy was all around. So much so that it followed me right into today.

This morning I was washing my hands in the restroom and the lady who cleans the office was in there. She had just finished cleaning the counters so when I was finished, I used a paper towel to wipe the counter where I'd washed my hands. I didn't want to un-do all the cleaning she had accomplished.

"No! Do not wipe the counter, please," she shouted.

"Okay. Um, I was just cleaning up the water."

"Don't do that. Don't you know that if you cleaned up everything you messed up around here that I wouldn't have a job?"

"Uh, I guess I didn't think of it that way. I'm sorry."

"Well, you should be. I need this job, you know! I have to buy things."

"I understand. It won't happen again."

"Good. 'Cause I have to buy things and the most important thing is cheese!"

I couldn't resist. "Really? Cheese, huh?"

"Yes, cheese. And cheese is darn expensive!"

"Yes. I guess so."

"Four dollars."

"Wow, " I said. And then I high-tailed it out of crazy land for the fourth time in less than 24 hours.




And a Happy St. Pat's to all! I need beer.