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Monday, August 22   >>

350 DOLLARS DOWN, BUT STILL REALLY HILARIOUS

MY SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE HAS STARTED. Yep, it sucks to grow up. When's my degree going to fall on my lap? When is that opportunity to be Jessica Simpson's keyboardist coming along? I would totally stoop that low for that kind of dough. It will be a fun Fall Semester, I say. Yes, I am just being pathetically optimistic.

So you all probably know by now that I have a small business in formal invitation making. I've done several fun occasions (suicide anniversary being my favorite, yet at the same time my not-so-favorite). Every now and then I get a wedding job.

With wedding jobs, I do my absolute best at getting names and dates just perfect.

Yesterday morning, at 6:09 A.M., I get a phone call from an angry father of the groom.

"YOU GOT THE GROOM'S NAME WRONG! YOU GOT THE GROOM'S NAME WRONG! YOU GOT THE GROOM'S NAME WRONG! HIS NAME IS NOT JOSH! HIS NAME IS NOT JOSH! HIS NAME IS NOT JOSH!"

Add several thousand expletives (3 of which I have never heard) and that was the conversation. I had called back and said, "No charge!" repeatedly like a Chinese man in San Francisco selling toy ducks.

The guy budged. I only said such a thing so I could keep my small business' integrity intact.

The groom's name was not Josh.

It.

Was Kosh.

Happy Monday, everybody!