my bunny buddy

My second-to-last day at the bookstore was stupid. Why would anyone want to be there at 7am only to look forward to throngs of screaming children? A class came in today, which means each kid has a set amount of money that they can spend on books, so they run around being noisy and messy. I mean this is what happens normally, but the class means it's an additional 30 kids doing it at the same time. Today, however, I managed to run away and go eat "lunch" (but really it was breakfast since it was like 10am) while the class was there. I believe that saved some of my sanity.

Then I came back and the (majority of the) children were gone. I wasn't planning on sticking around much longer anyway. I wasn't in the mood to be there (meaning: my mood was sleepy) and my coworker was all bitchy and cranky (not at me, but it is hard to work with someone who yells fuck! and throws books down - in front of the customers I'm helping). But then I found out that my (only) friend in the bookstore was working too, and I was so happy because the managers have decided that we have too much fun together and thus have made it so we actually alternate days. So when she came in I was happy and laughing and all was well. (How many parentheticals can I put in one paragraph?)

Then I found him. My new buddy. The cutest toy bunny I've ever seen in my entire life. He was all white and fuzzy and small and I picked him up and put him on my shoulder. Sometimes he fell off, but for the most part he stayed put, and people were like "what's with the bunny?" and I was like "he's my new friend. He's helping me out today" and nobody bothered questioning me further. I grew quite attached to the little bunny, and when he didn't want to stay on my shoulder anymore, I carried him under my arm or in my hand everywhere with me. Nobody at all asked why I would still hold onto the bunny while carrying armloads of books. They were really just jealous that they didn't have a cute little bunny friend of their own.

Then the end of the day came. I finally got around to buying that Bunnicula boxed set. I was still holding the bunny. I knew he had to come with. We bonded in a way that can only happen between certain very special people and bunnies. But I also had a sneaking suspicion knew for sure that this particular adorable bunny had been in the dirty hands & mouths of countless screaming children. He was not wrapped in plastic. It made me very sad, and I apologized (yes, out loud) to my buddy for replacing him, and grabbed one wrapped in plastic.

At first we did not have the same bond, but we've grown and now I love him.
Don't you?