Norton has decided to embrace online shopping in a way that is equal parts inspiring and frightening. It's not like he's hoarding, but I have to say the bookshelf in his room is chock full of bric-a-brac, most of which are anime figures (apparently). I'm not sure where he's getting the money, as I'm pretty sure he's run out of Christmas cash, and I don't think he's qualified for a credit card (okay, who am I kidding - everyone qualifies!). Hopefully he's not digging a hole he can't get out of.
I was in the kitchen feeding Clarence (plural) when I heard a girly squeal from down the hall. Margaret wasn't over - so using my powers of deduction I ascertained that it was Norton. Not wanting to actually go and see I just yelled. "What's going on in there Norton?"
He heard me, but I had no idea what he was saying.
"What was that?"
Again more mumbling.
"What's going on?"
... silence.
Now I make fun of Norton occasionally. Okay, I make fun of him all the time. It's the only sport I can still do, what with my sore feet, bad back and general lack of coordination. I score a lot of points, but like the Washington Generals he does get on the board. The one thing that drives me crazy is when he refuses to answer me when I'm "talking" to him. Or as is more accurate when I'm yelling from the kitchen, basement, garage, or bathroom (when you're out of paper you don't just sit there ... okay you sit there, but you holler and sit there).
So I stomped my way to Norton's room. He was back lit from his computer monitor. He turned and grinned at me (one for the Generals) "Oh hey John. Look at this," he pointed at the monitor. "Check this out, I'm bidding on a 1977 Chewbacca, but look here. See this is the best part, 'guaranteed used toy' they must think I'm pretty stupid. Of course it's used. They need to convince me it isn't new?"
I was about to say something when I realized the score was even. I just nodded and walked away.
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