I'm graceful as a gazelle (or a pig in a tutu)
I went to lunch at McDonald's today with my friend and decided I needed to top my double cheeseburger and nuggets off with a hot fudge sundae. Upon first glance at said sundae, though, it did not appear to have the amount of fudge that I desired. So I requested that the cashier double it. Which caused it to drip down all sides of the sundae cup and of course, onto my shirt. OK, no problem. This is fixable, I've spilled on my shirts only about 900 million times before. So I went to the restroom to wash it off. Just barreled right through the door, nearly knocking the guy at the urinal over. Oh yes. It was the men's room. Sigh. He was shouting things at me as I ran back out the door.
Why I'm such an oblivious cow (with everything besides making sure I'm getting more than my fair share of hot fudge, apparently) is beyond me.
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That is so funny!
Once a former coworker of mine returned to his cube all flustered. He told me that he had gone to the bathroom and was sitting there reading the paper midpush when someone sat down in the next stall AND SET DOWN HER PURSE. He was terrified of getting caught but he snuck out without getting busted.
We like you anyway Ginger, as long as the money keeps flowing. By the way, do we get extra pay for weekends and nights when you're over here?
You have to prioritise in life - hot fudge is important enough that the other things just don't matter.
Midpush? Erin please spare us next time, thanks.
You take off mom and dad's link and add buntz, that's disappointing.
He posts, they don't. I'm not going to keep going back to a stupid site that never gets updated.
I did post, but whatever! Kyla, when are you going to post next? I still have a link to you.
Instead of offering any insight of my own (whence I would be vulnerable to attack), I'll just quote Ginger and turn it back around on her.
"Why I’m such an oblivious cow (with everything besides making sure I’m getting more than my fair share of hot fudge, apparently) is beyond me."
Now let's see....looks like a lob ball....should I swing for the fences or just hit a solid line drive?
I'll play nice - this time.
Wow...what did I do to deserve such venom?