our old pal frostbeard stopped in yesterday, but he cut off his beard and looks like a fresh. but he’s not a fresh, he’s a grown man. anyway, he just returned from abroad, and totally serious, he had to come home because he was accused of being a sorcerer and was days if not hours away from getting, uh, tested. i accused matt of being a sorcerer last year when he brought in all those awesome toys, because everyone knows that sorcerer = awesome toys.

this is yesterday’s register. i got in the habit of writing down little stuff about each customer, but mostly it only ever says “a nice lady” or “cool dude” or “street dad” or “dressed like susan b anthony” or “dry wit”.