Did I mention the review from the woman who downloaded Bubba and loved it so much that she tried Billy? Then she wrote a review that said I was horrendous. (Her word.) Then she said that she deleted all my other stuff unread. Unread. Jeez, that'll teach me. Since she only downloaded the free ones, I'm not necessarily offended. (I thought the guy who said I was writing worthless drivel said it much better. Horrendous means I'm a monster. Worthless drivel means it's well, worthless drivel. Succinct.)
I love Young Frankenstein.
Funny side note. The bank was counting these out to me and the teller had a problem because she couldn't understand why I'd paid $304 for €210. She counted the euros out twice and said, "But it's supposed to be $304." Then I said, "Well, it is, in euros." "But it's supposed to come to $304," she said. I'm not sure what was throwing her but I was in a benevolent mood and not terribly impatient so I said, "€210 euros equals $304." (Silently, I added, 'dumbass.') (Incidentally € is the money sign for euros. Like $ is for dollars.)
The teller had to go get another teller to tell her (no pun intended there) that $304 was what I paid for in exchange for €210. The second teller had to speak very slowly and use small words because the first teller was starting to make monkey sounds.
And the first teller STILL didn't get it. I ended up taking a $1 out of my purse and saying, "If I give you this one dollar bill, you'll give me €.75 in euro money. So I gave you $304 out of my money and this €210 is what you give me."
She said, "But you didn't pay me $304."
My patience pretty much flew out of the window like cockroaches seeing the exterminator drive up to the house. "When I ordered the currency online through the bank, the $304 was subtracted from my account," I said gritting my teeth. The paperwork that the first teller had just looked at, said exactly that and was still sitting on the counter in front of her not a foot away from her face. The second teller already knew this but let me have the rein because she somehow sensed that I had gone past the point of Do-I-Have-To-Still-Be-Polite?
Clarity ensued. HIM better bring me back something pretty from Germany. That's all I got to say.