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Yesterday I was covering the front desk at work. The phone rang. I answered it.
Me: Thank you for calling the Carver. This is Jennifer.
Dude: Hi, uh, do y'all sell carved pumpkins?
Me: I'm sorry what?
Dude: Do y'all sell carved pumpkins or have any that like, uh, I could pick up.
Me: Sir this is a museum.
Dude: Yeah. Okay but like you don't have any pumpkins?
Me: No, sir. We don't.
Dude: Well didn't y'all have like a pumpkin carving thing or something?
Me: Yes sir. Last weekend we had a one day pumpkin carving event.
Dude: So can I come get one of the pumpkins?
Me: We don't have them here any longer. The people who carve the pumpkins get to take them home.
Dude: Oh. All of them?
Me: Yes sir.
Dude: You don't have any that were leftover?
Me: No sir and if we had we would have disposed of them that day.
Dude: Oh. So like if I come up there is there someone that would carve it for me?
Me: No sir. I'm sorry.
Dude: So like, do you know where I could buy something like that?
Me: Buy...a carved pumpkin?
Me: No sir I'm afraid you are going to be hard pressed to find someone that sells pre-carved pumpkins. They rot relatively quickly after you carve them.
::at this point I start wondering if I'm being punk'd::
Dude: Well I just need a carved pumpkin because I have to take one to work tomorrow.
Me: Well, I know that HEB sells pumpkins. You can get one there and carve it.
Dude: I don't have time for that!
Me: Well, I suppose I won't be of much help then. The only other thing I can think of is to find a friend who has already carved one and jack it from his front porch.
Dude: Oh. Okay. Well, bye.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Last weekend my precious friend Char and I went to a magical place west of Austin called Enchanted Rock. It was beautiful! We hiked. A lot. For like 5 hours. I left with a sunburn and woke up really sore the next morning. But it was absolutely worth it.
This little guy got hot I guess so he decided this would be a good spot to lay down... Okay really? Doesn't get anymore beautiful than this...
And my favorite part. Finding a great climbing tree and hopping up there to eat lunch. Okay and by "hopping up" I mean sweating, grunting, falling, rolling around, stretching in unnatural ways and getting a few bruises in a few strange places. Oh and laughing hysterically which in fact makes it harder to accomplish the task at hand. Anyone lucky enough to witness that got a show. Oh and second best part? The barefoot kid who climbed about as high as he could in the tree behind me, got scared at the top and decided he was stuck. He yelled down to his dad, "Dad I'm stuck. Help me." Dad, without missing a beat said, "Well I guess this will be a great time for you to enjoy nature." The kid says, "No Dad I'm not kidding. I'm really stuck." And Dad says, "I'm not either. Enjoy the view." And he really did leave him up there. Mom eventually came to the rescue.
I gotta find a man like that to marry...