"George? George! George!!!"
"What? Why are we whispering? What's the matter?"
"She's still here."
"Whaddaya mean? Who's still here?"
"That lady with the buckets of HRP's and convicts. She's still here."
"Huh? She is? Why? What's she doing?"
"I'm not sure. For awhile she was dancing around with her hands in the air, reciting some weird poetry...but now she's making...suggestions..."
"You're a happily married man, Carl..."
"No, no, nothing like that; you think I'd tell you if it was? No, she's making suggestions about how to keep those fish."
"Well, I'm gonna keep my share in the freezer, right next to last year's deer. My Jelly Cat will eat them just fine after they're thawed out. So will your oscars and piranhas. Or does she mean we should keep them...alive, like, in a fish tank? Why would we do that? Feeding them alive would be...barbaric..."
"I know, right? But I think she means actually keeping them alive in their own tank...you know...permanently!"
"What??? Wait...oh, I get it now. Good one, Carl. You had me going there for a minute. Yeah, right...that would be like raising mosquitoes as a hobby! Fat chance..."
"George, I'm serious. She thinks other people will come in to buy some of them, you know, to take home for their own tanks."
"Well...did you tell her that the only people who come in interested in HRP's and convicts...are looking to get rid of some?"
"Well, yeah, I sort of tried to break it to her...but she just started waving her hands in the air and yelling 'Party time!' I'll be honest here, George...I'm getting a little scared of her right now!"
"Yeah, I get that; I sure as hell know I'm not going out front right now. What are we gonna do? Should we call the cops?"
"Well, that might be an overreaction. I was thinking...maybe I could sneak out the back way, go around front, open the front door and just stand there holding it open. Then you could turn out the lights in the store, and with any luck she'll just naturally head for the light like a confused bird and escape..."
"Yeah...okay...that sounds like a plan. Just watch yourself when she bursts outside; try not to make eye contact. When she's out, you run back in and we'll lock the door and just stay here inside with the lights out until she loses interest and leaves. You ready?"
"I was born ready. Let's do this thing! But...I'm still a little scared..."
"Yeah, me too, Carl. Me, too..."

"What? Why are we whispering? What's the matter?"
"She's still here."
"Whaddaya mean? Who's still here?"
"That lady with the buckets of HRP's and convicts. She's still here."
"Huh? She is? Why? What's she doing?"
"I'm not sure. For awhile she was dancing around with her hands in the air, reciting some weird poetry...but now she's making...suggestions..."
"You're a happily married man, Carl..."
"No, no, nothing like that; you think I'd tell you if it was? No, she's making suggestions about how to keep those fish."
"Well, I'm gonna keep my share in the freezer, right next to last year's deer. My Jelly Cat will eat them just fine after they're thawed out. So will your oscars and piranhas. Or does she mean we should keep them...alive, like, in a fish tank? Why would we do that? Feeding them alive would be...barbaric..."
"I know, right? But I think she means actually keeping them alive in their own tank...you know...permanently!"
"What??? Wait...oh, I get it now. Good one, Carl. You had me going there for a minute. Yeah, right...that would be like raising mosquitoes as a hobby! Fat chance..."
"George, I'm serious. She thinks other people will come in to buy some of them, you know, to take home for their own tanks."
"Well...did you tell her that the only people who come in interested in HRP's and convicts...are looking to get rid of some?"
"Well, yeah, I sort of tried to break it to her...but she just started waving her hands in the air and yelling 'Party time!' I'll be honest here, George...I'm getting a little scared of her right now!"
"Yeah, I get that; I sure as hell know I'm not going out front right now. What are we gonna do? Should we call the cops?"
"Well, that might be an overreaction. I was thinking...maybe I could sneak out the back way, go around front, open the front door and just stand there holding it open. Then you could turn out the lights in the store, and with any luck she'll just naturally head for the light like a confused bird and escape..."
"Yeah...okay...that sounds like a plan. Just watch yourself when she bursts outside; try not to make eye contact. When she's out, you run back in and we'll lock the door and just stay here inside with the lights out until she loses interest and leaves. You ready?"
"I was born ready. Let's do this thing! But...I'm still a little scared..."
"Yeah, me too, Carl. Me, too..."






