Monkies

At Target, I overheard this conversation: "...you turn it on and it sounds like a monkey being violated." What were they talking about? A hair straightener. There is nothing sexier than a hair straightener that screams, "EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!" while your hair is straightened.

My sister made me happy I don't work for the library. She relayed a story of how a young girl was unable to tell the difference between a book, an audio book, and a DVD. Obviously, for her required reading of "The Count of Monte Cristo", she chose the DVD. When asked which DVD, the girl was flabbergasted.

Another library patron asked why he needed a password in order to use his email. Why do we even need passwords for emails anyway? I imagine a lovely Communist society where everyone shared the same email address. Each day we'd peruse the emails looking for those sent to us. At least in this world we'll all share the same spam.