It's been a long weekend.
My truck won't start, so I've been driving a friend's Sentra around for the past few days. Yesterday at work, the fire alarm went off. Turns out, the oven in one of the sections of the buffet got too hot and caused one of the pins in the overhead sprinklers to burst, creating a shower of water equal to that of a firehose raining down on customers, employees, and all the lovely food. It flooded the buffet and leaked down to the floor under the casino. Quite fun.
There was a picnic type deal for all the warehouse employees and any family/friends they wished to break, which was quite fun and enjoyable. And then I raced some lad in my friend's car and won. First time ever. Great times... great times.
So there's this gal at work named Erika who I sort of am crushing on. I decided to write her a letter during lunch on Saturday and give it to her. I complimented her, told her about myself, and so on. We've been exchanging those "I want you" grins with each other for a couple weeks now, but just now got around to talking. So Sunday, my supervisor was on the dock and said, "Hey Dan... isn't that the gal you have a crush on?" She was walking from the parking structure to the security checkpoint with a single longstemmed rose in hand.
My heart just about exploded. That was one of the most intense feelings I had ever gotten. She stopped off by the dock and told me that she had my letter waiting for me when she could get back to her locker.. it almost felt awkward, but ah.. it was nice. So she gave me the letter and her number later on in the day, and I decided to give her a call last night.
While talking about where we grew up, she told me that she lived in El Cajon for some time. Well, I did too. I lived on Lincoln Ave. And then she informed me that SHE lived on Lincoln Ave too. I told her I lived in the Cyprus Park Apartments, and SHE said she lived there also... that she lived in #52, then moved to #47 for two years, and then moved from there.
Well. I lived in #47 from 1984 to 1993. She lived there from 1995 to 1996. We lived in the same damn apartment! We stood naked in the exact same shower! How freaky is that?
Crazy stuff, this living stuff.
My truck won't start, so I've been driving a friend's Sentra around for the past few days. Yesterday at work, the fire alarm went off. Turns out, the oven in one of the sections of the buffet got too hot and caused one of the pins in the overhead sprinklers to burst, creating a shower of water equal to that of a firehose raining down on customers, employees, and all the lovely food. It flooded the buffet and leaked down to the floor under the casino. Quite fun.
There was a picnic type deal for all the warehouse employees and any family/friends they wished to break, which was quite fun and enjoyable. And then I raced some lad in my friend's car and won. First time ever. Great times... great times.
So there's this gal at work named Erika who I sort of am crushing on. I decided to write her a letter during lunch on Saturday and give it to her. I complimented her, told her about myself, and so on. We've been exchanging those "I want you" grins with each other for a couple weeks now, but just now got around to talking. So Sunday, my supervisor was on the dock and said, "Hey Dan... isn't that the gal you have a crush on?" She was walking from the parking structure to the security checkpoint with a single longstemmed rose in hand.
My heart just about exploded. That was one of the most intense feelings I had ever gotten. She stopped off by the dock and told me that she had my letter waiting for me when she could get back to her locker.. it almost felt awkward, but ah.. it was nice. So she gave me the letter and her number later on in the day, and I decided to give her a call last night.
While talking about where we grew up, she told me that she lived in El Cajon for some time. Well, I did too. I lived on Lincoln Ave. And then she informed me that SHE lived on Lincoln Ave too. I told her I lived in the Cyprus Park Apartments, and SHE said she lived there also... that she lived in #52, then moved to #47 for two years, and then moved from there.
Well. I lived in #47 from 1984 to 1993. She lived there from 1995 to 1996. We lived in the same damn apartment! We stood naked in the exact same shower! How freaky is that?
Crazy stuff, this living stuff.
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Olympic sport, huh? Never would have thought of that... But now I'm thinking of it... Ooh...