Gods and Snowmobiles

I know you're not supposed to blog about work cause that's how you get fired. But there are a few things lately that I've been dying to say. One thing in particular.....

I've been working with this bidder lately. He has the greatest name of all names. His name? Is Thor. Thor. That's his name! And his last name is what makes it great. Wait for it.. wait...

It's Penrod.

Thor Penrod.

I.. I mean, I might need to lay down. That is so fantastic. Mr. Penrod, I'm not making fun of your name. I think you are the most awesome man in Awesome Town with a name like that. In fact, you should be mayor. Mayor Penrod of Awesome Town. Oh no.. no.. just call me Thor.

In other news, I just had this conversation with a bidder:

Bidder: This house is as-is, isn't it?
Cookie: Yes, it is.
B: I can't believe the amount of clean-up I'm going to have to do.
C: There's a lot of clean-up with foreclosures.
B: There are concrete stairs that go to nowhere.
C: Cool.
B: I'm going to have to bust them out.
C: Oh. Yeah, mmm-hmm. (hey, I've got a kit-kat in my desk! cool!)
B: They left a tractor and a snowmobile and a bunch of trash all over the yard.
C: Really?
B: Yeah. And there isn't a driveway.
C: Uh-huh?
B: I don't know where they parked!
C: Heh, well...
B: They probably parked in the yard.
C: Sounds like they weren't too concerned about where to park if they trashed it out.
B: They left the snowmobile in the creek out back.
C: Really?
B: Yes!
C: Well... I mean, that's where I park *my* snowmobile..

He didn't get it.

And my boss just caught me outside smoking and I feel like I'm 13 years old. I totally got scolded.