I tend to have a lot of fun memories with my verbally-claimed friend, Kayla.
Me: I'm so debating on whether or not to tell Bill that I've started going to church and can no longer work on Sundays.
Me: I've got a plan.
Me: You and I were on the way back to your car from a night out on the town when we were mugged and beaten. Then when we made it to the parking lot, the car had been stolen. So we used your cellphone to call your husband and he was in a car accident trying to come and get us, and the bus we caught was held up for change by a homeless man with his hand in a gun shape in his pocket. The last thing the bum said before he walked off the bus was, "Go to church." So, we're both avid church-goers now, and refuse to work on the Sabbath day.
Me: Fin.
Me: I was going to include raped, but I think that would be a little too much for Bill. I just want Sundays off, I don't want to shock him.
Kayla: yeah if you woulda added rape, it would not have been believable AT ALL
Me: Oh, I know. Who actually gets RAPED anymore??
[Sad details of Kayla's mother's health.]
---a few hours later---
Me: (to a customer) So, this has nothing to do with your order, but has anyone ever told you that you look like Anne Hatheway?
Customer: No.
Kayla: (something along the lines of...) Yeah, but Rhiannon's crazy, too.
---a few minutes later---
Me: (to Kayla) So, has anyone ever told you that you look like yer mom.
[[Psh, it would be funnier if you knew the details... and were there.]]
Also, Jonathan and I learned firsthand to not talk to her about theHarry Potter series... specifically Dumbledore. Watch out for that one.
On a less-Kayla note, one of my managers at work has changed my point of view about paranoia, as well as lurking. Apparently, his invasion of my personal space while at work and his laughing at my paranoia about him lurking are simply signs that he cares about his employees and wants to make sure that all is going well at the cafe.
And here I just thought that he stood there so that I would become paranoid and mess up.
Shucks. =]
P.S. It's 2:24AM, and I have to be up and ready for work by 10AM. =/
Me: I'm so debating on whether or not to tell Bill that I've started going to church and can no longer work on Sundays.
Me: I've got a plan.
Me: You and I were on the way back to your car from a night out on the town when we were mugged and beaten. Then when we made it to the parking lot, the car had been stolen. So we used your cellphone to call your husband and he was in a car accident trying to come and get us, and the bus we caught was held up for change by a homeless man with his hand in a gun shape in his pocket. The last thing the bum said before he walked off the bus was, "Go to church." So, we're both avid church-goers now, and refuse to work on the Sabbath day.
Me: Fin.
Me: I was going to include raped, but I think that would be a little too much for Bill. I just want Sundays off, I don't want to shock him.
Kayla: yeah if you woulda added rape, it would not have been believable AT ALL
Me: Oh, I know. Who actually gets RAPED anymore??
[Sad details of Kayla's mother's health.]
---a few hours later---
Me: (to a customer) So, this has nothing to do with your order, but has anyone ever told you that you look like Anne Hatheway?
Customer: No.
Kayla: (something along the lines of...) Yeah, but Rhiannon's crazy, too.
---a few minutes later---
Me: (to Kayla) So, has anyone ever told you that you look like yer mom.
[[Psh, it would be funnier if you knew the details... and were there.]]
Also, Jonathan and I learned firsthand to not talk to her about theHarry Potter series... specifically Dumbledore. Watch out for that one.
On a less-Kayla note, one of my managers at work has changed my point of view about paranoia, as well as lurking. Apparently, his invasion of my personal space while at work and his laughing at my paranoia about him lurking are simply signs that he cares about his employees and wants to make sure that all is going well at the cafe.
And here I just thought that he stood there so that I would become paranoid and mess up.
Shucks. =]
P.S. It's 2:24AM, and I have to be up and ready for work by 10AM. =/
toki:
Dumbledore is not dead, you bitch! :p