I smell ya.

I'm notorious for talking about retail jobs. There's something about the clothes and the co-workers that keep me coming back for more; Express 298 will always hold a place in my heart despite the fact that they've made me do studio -- 9pm to 7am of nothing but pure rearranging/folding bliss -- for two days straight once. That was a crazy caffeine trip. Now I'm working at another store in DC for the moment, which is just as fun.
The better part about working in Georgetown is the people. My god, the people! I love the sneakerheads, the disgusting Georgetown boys that leave the store looking like a hurricane went through it, and especially the crossdressers/transvestites.
If you're reading this, I have extreme love for you. Nothing makes my day brighter than helping out a man with legwarmers and lame' gold/silver pants. I also met the nicest guy today, who actually turned out to be a drag queen. After saying, "Whoa, I'd never suspect!" he replied, "You should've seen my wife's reaction when I told her." HA.

America is an awesome place.