Poop drawings on the sidewalk.

Ok. Coupla' things.

First. My boss is knowledgable..about business..
barely. That's the extent of his helpfulness around
here. Myself and Jane are the people who really
deal with all the pictures. Well, PP does a lot of
the printing (in a VERY cyan hating way) but when
it comes to digital work, it's all Jane and when it
comes to taking orders, it's mostly my job with
Jane doing her fair share when I'm at lunch. That
should be sufficient back story for all of you, and
by "all of you" I mean the occasional reader who
wanders in expecting something interesting, having
been misled by my title.

Old, round couple enters store, slamming door against
side of building in the process.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Is PP here?"

"He is, I'm not sure if he's busy or not. Can I tell him
who's here to see him?"

"Such-and-such-a-person, I'm a school friend"

(By the way, school was a loooooooooooong time ago
for PP)

"Let me see if he's free."

(Calling upstairs)"PP there's a such-and-such here to
see you."

"I'll be right down."

"Is there something I can help you with in the meantime?"

"You can help with this OTHER stuff."

At this point, PP appears from upstairs and greets the
idiots. They show him a picture that needs restoration
and ask HIM if HE can fix it. He wouldn't have the first
clue about how to even take the order correctly, much
less fix the damned thing! I take 95% of the orders
here and Jane is the one who estimates them and fixes
them and they feel the need to ask him personally about
them, like I'm some idiot, some BOOBIN just hired to
watch the counter and call him whenever someone walks
in the door. GOD! I hate people. Hate Them. HATE THEMMMMMMMM

There was something else, and now it's gone. Blinding
rage erased it.