So I recently got my first retail job. After a week, I was completely convinced that there was nothing redeeming about working retail.
But then he showed up.
So what if I can't ever remember watching his television show?
He paid with a card, meaning I had his autograph for about 10 seconds until I had to put the sales slip on the peg with the rest of my card slips. Oh well.
I'm hoping that next week I'll see Fred Savage or maybe that kid from Growing Pains. A girl can always hope, right?