I went down to Best Buy the other day and grabbed the two latest Nancy Drew mystery games off the shelves (marked down too!), then made my way to the cashier.

The guy must have noticed how happy I was because he remarked dryly, “You must really like these games.”

“Um, they’re for my sister. It’s her birthday.”

“Sure.”

“She’s twelve,” I insisted.

“Sure.”

“Well, have a nice day,” I continued cheerily, then muttered under my breath, “…little snotnosed ball of pus.”

Ah well, two new games and I am happy as a clam… err, for my sister that is.