...you're not the one for me...

I sold Michael Ignatieff his own book today, and it was so odd. He asked for the "Rights Revolution" and I wasn't sure if I should recognize him or not, but inside I was wondering whether he shouldn't be able to get copies for free whenever he wanted. Random incidents of Sunday.

The purple hat lady showed up again, and left me in shakes afterward. What a vile human being. I glared at the lower cash girls afterwards, for not rescuing me; and told Jason who she was in case she returned.