Meerkat Manor

I happened upon Turk and Usher waxing philosophic during a smoke break. The topic of conversation was Meerkat Manor. Usher explained emphatically, "I'm gonna get season 1 when I get off work." Turk quickly added, obviously surprised by this news, "That's out already, dang." They continued to debate which "character" on the show was their favorite.
Usher- "Man, Sunshine is the original gansta, the way she watched over her young, she'd wax anyone who came near, she can't be out-thugged."
Turk- "Yeah, it's sad that Rocket Dog and Maybelline gotta do it alone, now that Sunshine got her face bit by that 'effn' snake"
(They both shared a grim laugh at the expense of Sunshine's swollen face at the account of the snake bite, and her subsequent death--though both seemed to lament her death simultaneously.
They shared several inevitable Mafioso comparisons to the Whiskers family before disseminating back to deliveries--not before Turk displayed several well timed if not obviously well practiced impressions of the late Sunshine the Meerkat.

Glow in the dark Dolphins, and other musings

My official manager, Thomas, a thirty something goat-tee wearer, decided to ride with me on delivery two nights back.  I thought this might be a good time to get to know each other better.  He thought it a better time to talk on his motorola blue tooth.  Before he seamlessly, and with no warning, began speaking in his headset, he was telling me of a 1991 motor-less Nissan Maxima that he purchased from a man he found on Craig's List.  The confusion, for me, began when he started speaking to someone on his blue tooth about said Maxima.  Since I was driving, thus looking forward at oncoming traffic, I couldn't look at the vacant stare that accompanies people who are talking on such devices; nor could I see the blue light blinking above his ear indicating a phone conversation in progress.  That being said, it took me several minutes to realize that he was no longer speaking to me about the Maxima, but to an anonymous person via the headset.  I only realized my faux pas after answering him, several times, in a conversation I was not a part of. 

After the call, and the delivered pizza, he asked me to stop by his house.  This I was unsure about.  Thomas is eccentric, to say the least.  Eccentric in a Dwight Shrute matter of speaking.  I entered his home under caution.  He boasted of the new pleather furniture he recently purchased as he ushered me through the living area back to his kid's room where he showed me the reason for this detour back to pizza base.  There in front of me were three puzzles featuring an assorted arrangement of dolphins that Thomas had glued together and pasted to the wall.  He was most proud of the puzzles glow-in-the-dark capabilities of which he spent several minutes appropriately darkening the room to prove.  I feigned amazement as I slowly realized this was the lone reason he originally got in my car.  Back at base, as I began to recount the story to a coworker named Robby, I said, "Thomas took me to his house."  Before I could finish Robby quipped, "Did he show you the dolphins?"  I was a tad bit sad that Thomas did not in deed judge me to be dolphin worthy unique.