This doesn't happen very often.
Actually, it never really happens. Today though, I had ONE BODY (other than my own, and I was and am still breathing.)
For the last couple of hours of my day I cleaned up shop and made my paddle pop friend named Jean-Pierre. He's french, and I think he looks like someone who'd own a Parisian corner coffee shop but spends his spare time repairing womens shoes and making silky oak frames.
I love him.