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George Michael had handwavily had a good time at his birthday party last night and stayed up way late, so he was tired when he opened the stand today. Probably he would go home early.

The stand is open.


[OOC: No OCD. RL is killing me lately. I aplogize for being incredibly scarce and having GMB miss his own party. I just haven't been home. Things will settle down more fully come Monday. I have relatives visiting so please just bare with me. Please mod any service as I am headed right back out.]

Going commando was... kind of cool.

Not that he would do it everday. Kind of weird.

But it gave him something else to think about besides Mary and whether or not she was getting the help she needed.

He wondered when he would tell her that he as leaving.

The stand is open.


[No ocd.] 

Smelling banana's was making him sick. Also was the thought of tea.

If anyone wanted a banana today, they just might have to fix it themselves.

He was still hiring, of course he was.

 

George Michael really really screwed things up with Mary. But his dad brought up college and Michael rather liked the idea of going. He was only nineteen and had his whole future ahead of him. Why not go? He could still date Mary, right? Just give them more time to get to know each other.

He just should have never mentioned Joanna. That was just the wrong thing to do.

College in the fall. He should really concentrate on this.

The stand is open and mopey George Michael is behind the counter.


[OCD free.]

George Michael was at work and humming low, I want your sex. 

Who knows why.

The stand is open and Mr. Manager is still hiring.


[No OCD.]

George Michael was closing the stand early today. Just cause. Just cause there were more important things to do.

But he was here for now (early afternoon) and that's what mattered.

He was still hiring too. The sign was still there. Attached to the menu board.

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER!

  

[No ocd!]

A new shipment of bananas came in and George Michael was sorting through them, setting back the few that didn't look so hot.

He was idly wondering when he was going to get married. Maybe the stars were against them. Okay, not really. That stars thing was just a random pop-in-the-head thing.

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER!

 

The stand was crawling with little tortoises. Everywhere. On the counter, behind the counter, on the top, on the sides, in the register, on the napkin dispenser. Everywhere.

George Michael stood dazed for only a minute longer before he decided to feed them peanuts.

Two minutes later he was taking aspirin. 


NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER FOR FURTHER INFORMATION. (George Michael hasitly scribbled this on the menu board.)

George Michael had every intention of working today. He showed up, opened the stand, and then just stood there.

He had to talk to Mary. He left things... awkward last night.

He put up a quick sign:

Mr. Manager will be back later. Come back then.

Yes, he gave no certain time. He was aware of that.



[Please to be modding your service today. George Michael is on a mission.] 

George Michael had listened to the radio last night and now he was slightly worried about Greek blokes. They were supposedly hot blooded, right? Like the Italians? 

He was slightly nervous in demeanor as he readied the stand for business. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but one he could really do without.

"I'm just a banana guy, right?" he said to the nuts he was chopping. "I mean, a banana guy. Come on..."

George Michael decided he should take a trip home to visit his family.

... and he would tell Mary later.

 

[No OCD.]

George Michael was missing the graduation ceremony so he decided to do what he could for the graduates, if any stopped by.

He wrote on the menu board: 

NUTS ARE FREE. TODAY ONLY!


[Call me crazy. No ocd today. No menu board. Mod like crazy.]

 

George Michael was at work.

And that's all there is to say about that.

George Michael wasn't aware of the fact yet, but his world was about to be rocked today.

As it was now, he was melting chocolate and getting ready for a day at work.

George Michael was behind the counter but you couldn't see him unless you bent way over to look. He was sitting on the ground, staring at a side panel; a small, twelve inch square. Pop-Pop had done it; put money in the stand. He could do it. It would be like...saving for a rainy day.

Thus, on this day, putting money in the banana stand began.

Again.

George Michael was in a great mood.

Thus bananas were half off today.

It will never happen again so take advantage of it.

The banana stand in open.



[Please mod your service. I'm going out for dinner after taking care of my sickly grandma all day. Thank you.] 

George Michael was at work. His shirt was rumpled, his hair was mussed; Eddie pecked his head and he didn't even notice.

There was no menu board but there was a Mr. Manager behind the counter.

Today he would probably give away free bananas. Just because.

Bluth's banana stand is open.


[No ocd cause I'm lazy. Mod all you want or try to talk to George.]

George Michael had brought a toaster to work. Since he and Mary recieved more than one (actually more than two), he thought he would just bring one with him, tinker with it, see what he could use it for. Maybe he could roast nuts somehow. Huh.

Eddie was flying overhead, being his usual sneaky, beady-eyed self. Sometimes George Michael wondered what the bird thought. Did he hate all of mankind? Did he enjoy snatching banana's from the hands of kids? Did he think Edwina was hot?

Who knew?

But the thought would preoccupy George Michael for awhile while he tinkered with his toaster.



 

George Michael was at work and working, chopping nuts actually as he listened to the weather report on his portable stereo player. Why the weather? Who knows. Maybe he would get off early today. Maybe he was hoping Eddie would get struck by lightning. There was just no telling.

The banana stand is open.

 

Eddie perched himself on the napkin dispenser right after George Michael opened the stand today.

Those poor unfortunate souls that needed a napkin with their banana, might not get one. The longer George Michael stared at Eddie, the fiercer the seagull looked. "Fine. Just don't blame me if anyone comes by with a BB gun and pops you in the a-- OW!" George Michael drew his hand in towards his chest, looking offended. "I can't believe you did that. I've given you so many banana's and you're going to peck me?"

Suddenly George Michael cocked his head, looked hard at Eddie. "Why does your stomach look all bloated and fat?"

"...yes, I am." George Micheal said to his dad on the other end of the line. His dad had called him on his way to work.

"No, son, you're not. It's ridiculous."

"Dad, we had this talk already."

"...did I forget about it?"

"I, uh --"

"George Michael, you are not getting married. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Think of Pop-Pop."

"But what's he got to do with it?"

"Nevermind, George Michael, the point is you are too young. Come on buddy, think about it. It'll be a huge mistake."

"But I love her."

"I hate to point this out to you, buddy, but you thought you loved Ann too. See? I'm just trying to help you out here. Trust me. Now, I've got to go. Why don't you come home for a visit? Be good for you. Give you some perspective. Love you, son."

"...love you too, dad."

Great. What did this mean? George Michael figured he was going to have a rotten day.

 

George Michael was not ashamed to admit that he hid most of the last few days in room 422 at the arms. Nope. Not ashamed at all. He Really did not want to disappear so he played video games and watched TV, wishing he had a motorcycle. No, that thought wasn't random.

He was at work however because he knew everything was okay and that there were no more angels. How great is that? What a great wacky town he lived in. No wonder Uncle GOB stayed here for as long as he did.

The banana stand is open for all your chocolate covered banana eating pleasure.

 

George Michael was at work.

And he was working.