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What is a Fuzzball?

  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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Down right scary. GAH!


I find that shrieking like a banshee sometimes helps in situations like those.


I'd have launched myself over the counter and killed her.


Prior to working at the bank she worked at the local Cinemark. Here's what I encountered:

Me: "Small Coke, small popcorn, no butter"
Stepford: (holding up cup) "This is the small size, for x-amount more you can get a medium"
Me: (emphatically) "Small Coke, small popcorn, no butter"
Stepford: (starts the Coke machine filling the cup) "what size popcorn did you want?"
Me: (teeth gritted) "Small Coke, small popcorn, no butter"
Stepford: (holding up small bag) "This is the small, would you like a medium size for x-amount more?"
Me: (choking with fury) NO! "SMALL Coke, SMALL popcorn, NO butter!"
Stepford: "Did you want butter on that?"

For a while, every time I went to Cinemark, every employee would try to sell each person in line a larger size of *every* item they ordered. I'd heard "Stepford" laboriously explaining the options to a couple of people in front of me who didn't know what they wanted. (Fidgeting behind them 'cause the movie is about to start) So, I gave my order to her as quickly and succinctly as possible. For all the good it did me.

Cinemark is an excellent training ground for Bank of America tellers. Though, of course, once they move up to the bank they have to master more Options of Infuriation. ;-)


I'm sure you've heard it before, but you're a great story-teller! Thanks for giving me at laugh, even though I'm sure it was highly frustrating at the time.


Dude, this story was so well written, I was literally laughing out loud. I've had the same kind of experience TOO MANY TIMES.


I feel sorry for those people... they have to say that crap... but annoying for us!...


So what you're saying is my kids can grow up to be banktellers, because they never listen to a word I say either.

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