It was one of those days, I needed a scone and some coffee but I was new to town.... and I had no idea where to go. See I had fled the north for warmer country to Georgia and found myself just as cold with no peaches. (BTW what is up with that?) There is like 4 inches of snow on the ground here. Wacko!
I sat down in the lobby of the library and tried to catch a WIFI signal with my ipad to search the word scone... when this pleasant woman was sitting on her bench eating a Weight Watcher's cookie.
I thought to myself 'poor girl, I hate counting points. It sucks.' So I decided to make conversation, maybe I would get a B Line on a scone, a good one.. or maybe not.. she may be really into WW.
Well low and behold she smiled and laughed. She said, 'yeah me too. this cookie is good but it is not like a bakery one'
I replied, 'funny thing.. I was wondering if there was good bakery around here. I really need a good cup of coffee and a scone.'
Well let me tell you her lighted up and she told me about this bakery and this hot guy name Don who worked there.
So I asked her why she was here and not there eating a WW cookie and she told me that she lived with this horrendous woman who's name was a stripper who was into chemicals (sound sort of sketchy to me)
and I said, 'oh that sucks.. Hey I just move to town, do you mind telling me where this place.'
well let me tell you this nice woman turned not so nice and screamed 'DON'S MINE and so are all the cookies!" and took off.
Wait, what... okay Georgia is really weird.
It was a strange encounter to say the least and something I always think about .. the year I tried to move to Georgia.
Now that I live in Hawaii with my friends Tina and Candi we have a good laugh about my crazy traveling stories...)remember to tell you about the time I was in Vegas with a Spy.) I still wonder what happen to the woman eating that WW cookie...
but Hey me and my 2 friends who are very dear and supportive, and are skinny bitches.. just sit and laugh and laugh on the beach watching the sun set, drinking Sex on the Beach's and feel the cool breeze coming off the ocean while hot men feed us fruit.
Tis the good life and great life to share with friends.
I sat down in the lobby of the library and tried to catch a WIFI signal with my ipad to search the word scone... when this pleasant woman was sitting on her bench eating a Weight Watcher's cookie.
I thought to myself 'poor girl, I hate counting points. It sucks.' So I decided to make conversation, maybe I would get a B Line on a scone, a good one.. or maybe not.. she may be really into WW.
Well low and behold she smiled and laughed. She said, 'yeah me too. this cookie is good but it is not like a bakery one'
I replied, 'funny thing.. I was wondering if there was good bakery around here. I really need a good cup of coffee and a scone.'
Well let me tell you her lighted up and she told me about this bakery and this hot guy name Don who worked there.
So I asked her why she was here and not there eating a WW cookie and she told me that she lived with this horrendous woman who's name was a stripper who was into chemicals (sound sort of sketchy to me)
and I said, 'oh that sucks.. Hey I just move to town, do you mind telling me where this place.'
well let me tell you this nice woman turned not so nice and screamed 'DON'S MINE and so are all the cookies!" and took off.
Wait, what... okay Georgia is really weird.
It was a strange encounter to say the least and something I always think about .. the year I tried to move to Georgia.
Now that I live in Hawaii with my friends Tina and Candi we have a good laugh about my crazy traveling stories...)remember to tell you about the time I was in Vegas with a Spy.) I still wonder what happen to the woman eating that WW cookie...
but Hey me and my 2 friends who are very dear and supportive, and are skinny bitches.. just sit and laugh and laugh on the beach watching the sun set, drinking Sex on the Beach's and feel the cool breeze coming off the ocean while hot men feed us fruit.
Tis the good life and great life to share with friends.
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