Today, I have stolen a snippet for your enjoyment! The female dared to not press the button on my new toy to make it go. I have chosen this theft as my retaliation. That, plus the more nice humans who order the book, the higher my odds of the female buying me even MORE new toys.
I need more toys.
She got me this little one with a magic button that makes the red dot appear! I love it. It’s glorious. I want to play with it ALL the time. All of the time, I tell you.
Then she got me this thingie with three levels and there are BALLS TRAPPED INSIDE. I have been working valiantly to rescue the balls from their prison. So far, I have not been successful, but I refuse to surrender.
Those balls will be freed.
Anyway, here are the words I have gleefully stolen for your amusement.
From Ginger Snapped
At five minutes until closing, the store should have been empty, but a handful of men and women still wandered the aisles in search of confectionary perfection, ignoring my supervisor’s notices on the intercom that everyone needed to check out. If I clocked out over my allotted time, the head honcho, Mr. Grande, would flip his lid, call a staff meeting after hours on a Sunday out of spite, and chew us all out, showcasing everyone’s misdeeds.
The customer was always right, and it didn’t matter if they were the reason I couldn’t clock out on time.
To make matters worse, my name tag cheerfully confessed my name was Ginger, and my current part-time job involved the blasted cookies that I both loved and hated above all others.
One of these days, this Ginger would really snap, and I’d use a snickerdoodle as my weapon of choice, as ginger snaps had a tendency to break into pieces without the choking hazards of my preferred cookie. If I was going to go postal for the holidays, I’d do it right.
The headlines would be spectacular.
Should the female fail to properly serve us, I shall steal more teasers for you… soon. Because let’s face it, she usually fails to properly serve us.