Upon returning from lunch, I retrieved from my purse all the essentials for coloring my lips back in & laid them on my desk. I had a few customers walk up, so I was waiting on them & here comes Gary. Not everyone knows Gary, so allow me to paint you a mental picture:

Bull in a china shop. 

Does that do it?

Alright, so here he is, hovering. “Did that guy come in & pay for that trailer?”

“I don’t know, I just got back from dinner.”

“Well, he said he might be in today, or he might wait till next week. He ain’t pickin’ it up till one day next week anyway, here’s his title. It’s an 8×10–”

“Let’s write the item number on here, what is it?” I asked, reaching for a pen.

“Three-zero…no wait, let’s see…three-seven-zero-zero…hey! Wait a minute! What IS this?!???!” Unbeknownst to me, he had picked up my Clinique lip liner, thinking it was an ink pen.

“Gary! That’s my lip liner! Dang!”

The customers were hee-hawing & I was too. What a Gomer. Have a nice day.