well this is worth writing about. Some child just came up to the front desk, and what I mean is all you could see was the top of his red turtleneck along with a what seemed to be, an oversize head. Due to the fact that from where I was sitting............nothing else was visible.....floating red turtle neck big headed boy over here.

Anyway, he comes up and with the face that reads "every ten minutes I have some sort of new substances covered all over me" (referring to like chocolate......dirt........paste.........god forbid ring pop residue) and asks where the pencil sharpener is.

If you've ever used the pencil sharpener here........you'll know that it doesn't work. I mean it turns on when you put the pencil in.........but it kinda just spin drys it and nothing gets sharpened. Unless you push really hard, which I can't even get to work usually.

So for literally 5 minutes this kid has his "major magics" looking pencil in the sharpener and doesn't realize it's doing absolutely nothing to his pencil. He pulls it out, looks at it, sighs, then puts it back in. When the 4 out of the 5 minutes pass, you can see his face aging dramatically. He starts to get so angry, but it's past the point of being angry at the machine. He now notices that I've been watching him for the last 4 minutes and instead of staring at the pencil sharpener.....he gives me the coldest look I've ever gotten....ALL WHILE HES STILL GOT THE PENCIL IN THE SHARPENER.

To which I swivel my chair around and start cracking up out loud.....I turn around and he's given up by now on his pencil and he's skipping back to the table.