Happy happy joy joy

I get to go shop around town on official business today. It seems I'm in the unique position of being the only one who knows the sort of plastic box we need for a kit we sell (it's a long story, that involves manufacturing delays, and deadlines missed) anyhoo I get to go be personal shopper boy, and I have to say I love the idea. It beats sitting here listening to Flanders.

Will anyone notice if I return with shorter hair, a darker tan, or smelling of booze? See, I can't handle responsibility at all.

'man, War of the Worlds was awesome'
'but at lunch you said you hadn't seen it yet'
'at lunch I hadn't seen it...errrrrrrrrr I meant the original..what's up'