Niblet the "Uglydoll":

The story is this. Clay, being noble and kind, is asked, quite nicely, by Betsy (real name), the owner of Eli's Room, the neighbor to Semolino, to help lift a dresser, a very large dresser, into a man's truck (he only brought his wife and child and Betsy runs the shop solo) (not to my knowledge a run-on sentence).

Betsy offered me five dollars. I declined, she insisted.

So I lifted the dresser and returned to my post as Barista (quite prestigious if you worship Epo the Espresso God . . . I don't . . . I honestly just made him up. Therefore my job is pud.) My shift ended before she returned with the fiver. I sat writing an email full of explicit questions to my California friend when she entered the Semoloo.

Her question: Would you rather have five dollars or an "Uglydoll?"

My heart leaped into the air and screamed "Yippie skippie!" I've wanted one since I saw them in the window of her shop. They are utterly adorable. However, I refuse to spend my hard earned money on plush dolls. I was plotting ways to get one before she offered; I was going to save change or set up an "I work until you give me one" deal.

I got it free instead. For me it was one of those "I'm God so I'm going to bless you with this insignificant thing that will astound you at how good I am," moments. My God is good to the faithful.

Luv,
Clay