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>>but when i dial the telephone, nobody's home<< Jamie O'Neal's "All by Myself"

In her eyes
I was at MacCaulou's waiting to have a distant relative's 50th anniversary present wrapped. An old woman, with a pink scarf wrapped around her head and knotted at her chin, waited in line next to me. The lady behind the gift wrapping counter looked shaggy :: hair unkempt, her eyes giving an unyielding stare peering over her oversized glasses. The old woman was delighted at how swiftly shaggy lady was wrapping my glorified cookie jar. But i was wincing :: at all the creases and wrinkles Shaggy was putting into my present. Pinky smiled and gave an endearing commentary..."I'm all thumbs when it comes to wrapping. OH! Would you look at how precious that is, such beautiful wrapping paper, and they make it look so easy!" (her hands clasp in excitement). Uhh, hey Pinky-- you should see the way they do it at David M. Brian. The wrapping paper isn't supposed to be creased, and it's not supposed to be loose. Oh well. I thought it was cute that she was so amused, maybe i should have the same wonderment about the world.