"Thank you so much."

Apparently, the fate of the Pitching Your Film or TV Project class that was scheduled for tonight rested on my shoulders. I went to register an hour before the office closed because that's how I roll.

FRONT DESK LADY: That class was cancelled because people like you wait until the last minute.
RYAN: How many were enrolled?
FRONT DESK LADY: Five.
RYAN: What's the minimum enrollment you need to hold a class?
FRONT DESK LADY: Six.
RYAN: You're making me feel bad.

Good news: She eventually, reluctantly let me get more than the one-candy-maximum from the Halloween candy bucket because of the power of my hair. ("Don't ever cut your hair.")

Some cigarette-smoking armenian dude tried to pick a fight with an old man, parked in the handicap spot at the In-N-Out parking lot, because the latter pointed out a "No Smoking" sign to the former. I could've so taken on that typical hot-tempered armenian and his friend had there been any trouble. I saw that the old hunchback man, though, went to meet up with his girlfriend, an old Filipina. Nice.

Jessica at American Basics is renewed in my database.

At Barnes & Noble, I saw this chick named Rachel who was two years my junior in high school. We've never spoken to each other. I only added her on Facebook because she's a fellow Potterhead. Although, I've busted a #3 to her before. Her blond hair was curlier than usual. I was finally able to add her voice to my database as extra detail when I overheard her buying something. I'd say her voice was that of an alto. She kept telling the cashier, "Thank you so much." I'm starting to notice, "Thank you so much," is a blond chick type of thing to say as the only other person I've ever heard use it was that girl, Megan, who used to sing at the Glendale Marketplace. (See entry 1/7/11.)