Yesterday someone returned this cheapo doll set called "International Dolls"

It was ... ridiculous.

U.S.A. was some kind of prarie/cowgirl with blond hair and blue eyes. Right.

Canada had a terrible blue and white track suit type thing on with a giant maple leaf on her chest. *facepalm*

Then Austria, Portugal, Korea, Norway, and England all looked inexplicably similar. The were wearing dresses and bonnets that could have put them comfortably next to Julie Andrews on the Hills O' Music.

Ohoh, and how could I forget Egypt, with her yellow tube top and pink hotpants and shoes. Put a penis in her mouth and a 20 in her hand and the picture is complete.

And Spain had HUGE curly frizzy black hair and a bull fighting outfit.

I must have stared at this set for a good 5 minutes, in wonder and horror and awe.

I will say that China and India looked just fine. So uh, go toy companies.

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At the service desk we have this great "french maid" feather duster that we actually use to dust the counters and whatnot. And every time I have to pull it out I giggle and think of Lumiere and that feather duster french maid chick from Beauty and the Beast and her line:

"I've been burnt by you before!"

And soon I'm frolicking around the desk, gleefully quoting lines and song lyrics from Beauty and the Beast.

And in the middle of this routine last night I had a sudden realization:

I won't ever be able to roleplay french maid.

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A guest came up to me last night and said I make the Target uniform "fashionable" and that I looked "great" in it.

I about choked on laughter. It was really nice to hear, of course, but I am utterly clueless when it comes to clothing and whatnot.

So, anyway, I am now going to buy really expensive shoes and drink skinny lattes and refer to myself as a "fasionista"

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Words and phrases I have heard on a daily basis in the south:

buggy
(I) appreciate it
Bless your heart
ink pen
fixin' to
pop
ma'am

I think buggy has been hammered into my brain, so shopping cart might be lost from my vocabulary forever at this point.

But I will never ever ever get behind "ink pen." I swear to god, I have to say what about 3 times before I can understand what they're asking me for. >.<

Oh and it's still very weird to hear anyone (but especially people around my age or younger) call me ma'am.

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