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Step away from the undies.

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You know how I always, no matter what, get into the wrong line? Well today there was entertainment during my wait. While at Target, I stepped into a line with only two people ahead of me, and the first was in the process of paying. Unfortunately, the machine ran out of paper, and it seemed not a single employee knew how to change it. Seriously. It took several minutes to find someone that even knew where extra paper was, and don’t even get me started on how many people it took to change out the roll.

But whatever, that sort of thing happens to me all the time. And besides, a talkative toddler was in the cart in front of me. After kicking off her galoshes several times just to watch me pick them up, she asked me what my name was. I answered, and she made a scrunchie face, shook her head, and then asked me again. Anyway, seeing as we were in it for the long haul, her mom started chatting with me. Their trip to Target was a momentous occasion – the cutie kid was getting her first pair of underwear (I’m guessing she’s on the verge of passing potty training class). Wisely, she chose Dora the Explorer.

After the dozen employees managed to change the paper, the conveyor belt began to move again, taking the precious cargo away from the kid, who was stuck in the cart. Naturally she became fussy, and when she saw the cashier guy pick them up to scan, she pointed her pudgy finger and said, “Don’t touch my undies!”

Well done, little girl. I wouldn’t want a stranger handling my undies either.

In other news, check out my friend Bobby Brimmer’s new web series, Chronicles of Zombia. There are five episodes out so far, with a new one arriving each Wednesday.

**PS – Not all of them are work appropriate.

 


 

Meet Bobby, he’s bad ass

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Today I’m going to tell you about my real-life friend, Bobby Brimmer. We met years ago while working in hell. He’s rad. Really. He’s funny, completely inappropriate, and he knows Krav Maga. That makes him one fitted suit and five martinis away from being Archer.

But, you know, without the gun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now let me tell you a little story about an important conversation.

One morning years ago, Bobby, myself, and some other coworkers sat in the Burbank Airport waiting for a flight so we could attend some stupid meeting about how they could make hell hotter. The flight was delayed, so while waiting, we chatted about what we really wanted to do in life (because clearly getting on that plane to go sit in a conference room for hours, during which time nothing important would be accomplished, wasn’t it). Guess what my answer was? A writer. At the time I was more focused on non-fiction books pertaining to my degrees. Bobby said I should take all the fun stuff from that and create a bitchin’ female fiction character. And I did. It was my first novel (um, but it sucked. However, I am in the process of a total rewrite, and expect it will be out later this year). As you know, I went on to leave my position of recruiting people to work in hell, and wrote my second book. But, in the interim between that airport conversation and quitting time (which was long), Bobby was my friend and writing buddy. We entered flash fiction contests, traded stories for feedback, and bitched about writer’s block and the publishing industry in general.

Why am I telling you this? Because Bobby left hell too (although he was smart enough to keep himself in the loop as a consultant), and today his novel, G.H.O.S.T. Teams (Book 1)  Magic, is available on Amazon (I already bought my copy). It’s sort of like Men in Black, but instead of aliens they police vampires, werewolves, trolls, and other creatures. Congratulations dude.

You guys can hit Bobby up on Facebook here. And also, today you can ask Bobby anything in the comments section, and he will answer. So if you’d like to ask any questions about his book, or who would win in a fight to the death between Jean Claude Van Damme and Dolph Lundgren, then please do.

Oh, by the way ladies, did I mention that he’s single?