"You have the coolest job EVER!"

"Are there any employment openings where you work?"

"Dude, that rocks!"

These are just a few of the phrases Lucy and I hear when we tell people what we do for a living. And, yes, ultimately, we probably do have one of the cooler jobs in the world. Aside from being a Hilton sister. But, they don't really do anything, do they... But really, we have a good time, even though it is work.

But that's not to say the environment doesn't come without it's challenges...

Enter "Dan."

For these intents and purposes, we'll call him "Dan Dan the Harness Man." Because it's funny, and it rhymes.

I heard him enter, I heard Lucy's usual cheerful greeting, and then I heard:

"I have a harness problem."

That was the point at which I turned around to see what was going on. He puts a bag on the counter, and proceeds to remove from it several leather straps, in a variety of lengths, and about 7 O-rings.
Nothing attached to anything.
No hint to where anything goes.
Just a big ol' pile of metal and leather.

"Wow." said Lucy. "This IS a problem."

And what ensued was a sort of "Survivor" meets "Trading Spaces" meets "Dom N Dommer"... Dan had bought the harness used from some guy in Texas, who had drawn him a picture of how the pieces were supposed to go together, which, of course, Dan lost. He tried to draw us his own picture, but he couldnt quite remember how it looked the last time he had it on. So the next hour was spent strapping up Dan in the most comfortable, yet restraining, fashion. We finally decided that the most suitable harness conglomeration was the one with only 2 straps and one o-ring left over. We all did the dance of joy, Dan stocked up on supplies, and then bought us cookies.

See? It's not all fun and games, folks.

Sometimes the stress can be similar to diffusing a bomb. Red wire? Blue wire? Short strap? Medium strap?

only here at Eros, nothing blows up.

And you get cookies.