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Yikes.
okay, so my manager and i are talking and she drops this bomb: "yea, i just got out of an engagement-" and that's when i stopped paying attention. i mean, let's be serious, did you just tell me that? like, what the fuck am i supposed to say?
anyway. this afternoon i met a cute couple in the cafe. these guys looked mid twenty something or late twenty something. one's asian and one's white (how uncommon) and the white one keeps stealing glances when his boyfriend is looking at the picture in the magazine he's pointing out at the time. one of them comes up to me, orders a coffee, and starts talking to me about my (flaming bag of fairies) manager and is telling me how he wasn't being hygienic with the food. i was like, wow, i don't care cause i'm not eating it. so i present him with his order and i'm like, "here's your coffee" and he replies, "oh, it's not mine, it's my ... friends..." and at this point i'm like, oh please, you guys fuck, don't lie. haha, so i say, "how long have you guys been together?" anyway, turns out they're 35 and 37 (i totally wanna look that good when i'm mid 30) and they wanna meet up with me at six flags on gay day and (GET THIS) at paradise on saturday nights. HAH! never. the most interesting part of this encounter, though, is when he mentioned my manager.
"so, he's gay, right?" the white guy said.
"well, uhh... he's got a family... so i'm not touching that one."
"blah blah blah oh i thought he was this guy i met online; he said he worked in receiving at this barnes and noble-"
and then something in my head clicked like a tongue in that weird african language. MOTHUHFUCKIN MARK FROM RECEIIIIVING! hahahahahahahahahahaha, mark's this troll of a man that's bitter and has a dyed combover with thick glasses.
and people ask me why i love my job.
Yikes.
okay, so my manager and i are talking and she drops this bomb: "yea, i just got out of an engagement-" and that's when i stopped paying attention. i mean, let's be serious, did you just tell me that? like, what the fuck am i supposed to say?
anyway. this afternoon i met a cute couple in the cafe. these guys looked mid twenty something or late twenty something. one's asian and one's white (how uncommon) and the white one keeps stealing glances when his boyfriend is looking at the picture in the magazine he's pointing out at the time. one of them comes up to me, orders a coffee, and starts talking to me about my (flaming bag of fairies) manager and is telling me how he wasn't being hygienic with the food. i was like, wow, i don't care cause i'm not eating it. so i present him with his order and i'm like, "here's your coffee" and he replies, "oh, it's not mine, it's my ... friends..." and at this point i'm like, oh please, you guys fuck, don't lie. haha, so i say, "how long have you guys been together?" anyway, turns out they're 35 and 37 (i totally wanna look that good when i'm mid 30) and they wanna meet up with me at six flags on gay day and (GET THIS) at paradise on saturday nights. HAH! never. the most interesting part of this encounter, though, is when he mentioned my manager.
"so, he's gay, right?" the white guy said.
"well, uhh... he's got a family... so i'm not touching that one."
"blah blah blah oh i thought he was this guy i met online; he said he worked in receiving at this barnes and noble-"
and then something in my head clicked like a tongue in that weird african language. MOTHUHFUCKIN MARK FROM RECEIIIIVING! hahahahahahahahahahaha, mark's this troll of a man that's bitter and has a dyed combover with thick glasses.
and people ask me why i love my job.