Parents are people, people with children

I caught "Free to be... You and Me" on Sunday morning and taped it before running to church. I started watching a little of it last night with Punky until he threw his hands up in protest at the overly Seventies tunes.

I was raised on this program, this type of thinking. Punky has a more live and let live so leave me alone in my shell attitude, while I would like to start protesting for equality. I get warm fuzzies just watching this program and hoping that, one day, we as a human race will support each other equally.

I also started my Christmas shopping yesterday. I have been thinking about it for a month, so it wasn't too hard. There are a few people I need filler stuff for, but I'm doing well. But let's take a moment to discuss customer service.

For the most part, when I have a customer who asks for my help in picking out the perfect product, I know what I am talking about. There are a handful of products I don't use or have no customers on, but otherwise I know what I'm talking about.

I walked into that department store that has a softer side. Went into the tool department and asked for the perfect new gadget for the man who has every tool. The salesman looked at me like I had two heads. Dude, you work here! I called my dad, who knew exactly what I should buy (for him and the in-law) and when it would be on sale.

Then I went to the big book store and asked for a suggestion for the man who loves books by a specific author. They found the saleswoman who reads that genre who successfully answered my questions to prove she really does know the genre and picked out the perfect book.

Which I then ordered from the little, local book store. Hehehe. Still, that is customer service.