Man: Kyle S.
   Sup: Nancy.
   Coor: Charlie

   MaryJane didn't throw too much down the stairs at me this morning.  I did the truck order quickly.  Then I chatted for a while and went home.  Punched out, of course, before chatting.

   Good news!  Then I went and got my U of D school forms.  (Oh, U of D, you'll be getting a rant when I get around to it).

   Anyway, this night was unexpectedly fun.  Brett came in for Jim, Mary was in drive-thru with me (she opened the store, poor girl), and Charlie had Colleen to keep him company.  For some reason, when I spoke to her briefly after we closed, it bothered him.  I guess he thought we'd goof off or something.  Like The Nick goofs off!

   This would have been a plain night had Colleen not spoken about naming her (potential) future children.  Let me tell you, these names are bad.  Her kids will be made fun of for their entire school career (and assumably, their life).  Bad names!  Bad!  She'll never have kids if she even contemplates names like that.

   Try naming a littl'un 'Nick', short for 'Nicholas'.  My full name is 'The Nicholas', you know.  That's a good name.