TONY

In the 24 hours that I've started this little blog of mine, I've so far neglected to address my job as a sales person at a local bakery. This job also boasts a colorful line of characters, the brightest of which is "Tony". Tony is probably the oldest sales person working at our location, and he's lived all over the world. Born and raised in Sri Lanka, he lived in both Germany and Australia before coming to the states. A high strung perfectionist, Tony is probably the fussiest person I have ever met. This quality results in some seriously stunning flower cupcakes, but can also result in some difficult social interactions. Most of the time though his fussiness and eccentricities just make for amusing stories. My coworker "Cathode Ray" (that's her designated rap star name) told me that on the first day she worked with him, he decided to tell her about all the evidence he's gathered from documentaries and such that the world is going to end in 2012. He's also given her photos of cats he's taken...from his TV screen. He loves to take photos of images on TV. These are pretty much the only photos he ever takes.
One morning I opened with Tony, and he decided to gift me with some of these photos. This time, they were not of cats.
Tony: "Ohmigosh Patty," (sidenote: "Ohmigosh" is his trademark beginning to every sentence) "ohmigosh, I have something to show you."
Me: "Really?" (More cats?)
Tony: "Yes, I was watching Chefography on the food network and I was inspired to take some photos. It was Ina Garten you see, and they showed images from her wedding. See?" (He pulls out the photos)
Me: "Oh yeah, I've seen that episode. She looks so happy." (Dude, why take photos? These episodes are on ALL THE TIME.)
Tony: "Yes, and this is what I imagine your wedding will look like."
Me: "Oh, thats sweet." (Er...WHAT?! It's 6 a.m. dude, I am not prepared for this.)
Tony: "Yes and here they were showing two opera stars in a concert...you see how the soprano is standing in front of the baritone? I like to imagine you singing while in front of some great big baritone."
Me: "Er...wow...that'd be awesome" (How does this man's mind work?? No, I don't want to know. I'd rather not know.) "Well...thank you Tony, I'll give these back to you..."
Tony: "Oh no no, you keep them. They're for you."
And he proceeded to wrap them delicately in a pastry bag and put them in my purse. Best gift ever.