Again with the Creepy Fry Guy . . .
The day before yesterday I went out to a club . . . classy place [/sarcasm], and had one of those, "didn't go home before work" nights. So me, in my tired and mildly hungover state, at work, and who should show? CREEPY FRY GUY. GAH! Does he have a radar? Or do I have some kind of insane-o magnet in my head, which attracts all the crazy people to my area? At the club this big, scary, chick (who I watched beat the crap out of this rugby player-type guy earlier in the evening) decided to tell me a joke. I was offensive and racist, but really I just didn't want to get pummled, so "HAHAHAHA" I say to this horrible joke, again cursing my ability to bring in the crazies.
So, creppy fry guy was again creepy at me, but I just couldn't deal with it, so as soon as I saw him I ran, like the enlightened and strong female I am, to the back and let my friend Greg deal with him. Heh.
So, creppy fry guy was again creepy at me, but I just couldn't deal with it, so as soon as I saw him I ran, like the enlightened and strong female I am, to the back and let my friend Greg deal with him. Heh.