My conversation today with a pyromaniac.

As finance clerk, I have the unfortunate responsibility of purchasing paper for the ward library.  I have no idea how I obtained this chore other than it has been passed down from one finance clerk generation to the next; until at last, I find myself every four months buying 4 boxes of paper at the Office Depot.

Today I decided to go all out and get five boxes;  that might buy me an extra month or two.  I piled the boxes into my cart and pushed my way to the checkout stand.

It was there that I met Pete, or Timmy, or Sam.  I'm not really sure of his actual name, but he was a seventeen year old freak.  Our conversation went something like this, and mind you I am in no way exaggerating anything that was said.

Pete: Wow!  That is a ton of paper.  Hardly anyone ever buys that much paper.  Is it almost gone over there or something?

Cheeseboy: No, I just needed to buy a lot of paper. 

Pete: I bet you could make a HUGE fire with all that paper.  We had all this extra paper once and we made a huge bonfire.

Cheeseboy: Oh yeah?

Pete: You going to make a fire with it? - cause I bet it would huge!

Cheeseboy: It's actually for my church.

Pete: Ah, gotcha.  Alright, here's your receipt.

Cheeseboy: Thanks a lot, have a good day.

Pete: You too.  Let me know if you ever want to start that fire.

I am still not sure if he was kidding or not, but by his freakish nature, I am guessing not. This by far was the strangest character I have ever come across at an Office Depot, and that's saying a lot because those places are loaded with them.  Just go into any Office Depot and ask for a laser pointer and sit back and watch the fireworks.

I won't even go into the conversations I had today with ward members that were angry about there being no paper in the library this past week.  Well, maybe I'll go into tomorrow.