Education, ballistics and noisy windows.

So I decided to go buy some cloths there the other week in Limerick. I think it was the first time I bought cloths in a long time, so bear with me if this is a normal experience for cloth buying...

Niall is in a queue with two pairs of jeans in a large warehouse of clothing and is called forward to pay for his cloths.

Niall walks down the aisle thinking to himself and eventually reaches the empty till. Stacy is the tiller.

Niall: Hi there. How're you doing?

Stacy: Not too good now.

Niall: Oh? 

Stacy: It's starting to itch now.

Niall: ... [Yeah, that's a literal method. Get over it.]

So I'm gonna take a break here from the narrative to stress just how much confusion was in the '...' I just expressed above. 

Niall: ...

Stacy: First it was just sore, but now it's starting to itch.

Niall: ...

I think it's also funnier if I don't finish the conversation, but it was about five minutes long and most of my part was '...' with extreme confusion, and fear as she tried to get me to touch her arm. I was afraid to touch my cloths even. Glad I'd seen that house episode with the dodgy jeans.

Also my course is now 300 points.

And the laptop I used in work made noises when I moved the mouse or when anything on the screen moved.