enamoured | (no subject)

Today at work, I was pointing a family in the direction of a shoe similar to one they were looking for (that we didn't have avalible in the mom's size) when I happened to see a kid (about six or seven) lying in the middle of the floor. He wasn't hurt or anything, he was just... lying there, arms outspread, being perfectly still. I just blinked, said, "Oh-kay," and I stepped over him as I pointed out the shoes the customers had asked me for. He was still just there, being perfectly still.

Then I broke into this big, epic fit of laughter for no good reason. I still can't explain why. It just got worse when the kid's dad came over and was all, "What are you doing?!" and at that point, I was crying from laughing so hard.

I laughed a lot today, actually. The first time was when Jeff (one of my fellow shoe people--I think I'm just gonna call everyone I work with in my department a Shoe Person unless I come up with something else) and I were talking about growing up and I said something like, "I knew my childhood was over the day I realized that I couldn't hang upside down on the monkey bars anymore" and he started coming up with these random other comments: "Why is that boy talking to my friend, and what is wrong with his pants?", stupid stuff like that. And later, I told him that when I was a kid my cousins told me that every time someone turned on a spotlight, they were trying to call Batman, he did the same thing ("Where's Batman?" "He's, uh... in China! Fighting the Joker!" And later: "YOU SAID BATMAN WAS COMING, WHERE IS HE?!" "HE'S DEAD, OKAY?!" "NOOOOOOOO!").

I work with weird people.