Today Gerald got in trouble for trying to give part of his sandwich to the seeing-eye dog of this blind guy at work. I guess you're not supposed to feed them, as it keeps them 'off task' when they should be keeping their master from walking over open manholes and such.

The blind guy's job is to come around and collect the trade sheets we fill out whenever we perform a transaction on someone's account, but it seems his job also entails keeping people from bothering his dog.

He's even gone so far as to put a sign on the dog's harness that reads "Please don't feed or pet me while I'm working".

It's funny that he wrote the message as if it came from the dog, but I guess it's no more feasible that he wrote the thing himself.

Fitzy was telling me the blind guy works next to this woman named Ruth who's a real animal lover. I guess she kept buying the dogs treats and toys until the blind guy finally flipped out on her.

They had to have a meeting with HR to resolve the whole thing, and now their correspondence is limited to e-mails passed through their manager. I guess Ruth has been caught using a dog whistle on more than one occasion since.

We haven't been parking in the remote lot since Gerald rented that plot in the cemetary next door, but today someone mentioned how the "beater everyone threw their trash in" had been removed. I guess someone saw a bunch of coyotes hanging around there late one night and complained.

We got home tonight and the box was still gone. Matt said he had found someone interested in the groundhog hats, too.

It's a President's Day miracle!