Nov 17, 2009 00:48
My dear friend K9 has been particularly cruel to me recently. There I was, minding my own business and thinking she was great, when she had to remind me that Sarah Palin begins her book tour this coming Wednesday in Grand Rapids. Now, that's bad enough! But no, she couldn't leave it there.
"At which Mall are you working?" she asked*, seemingly innocuous.
"The Woodland Mall, I think. We've got a booth really close to the center of the mall. Why?" I replied, ever trusting.
"Well, because Palin is starting her book tour at the Barnes and Noble." Her tone implied I should have guessed what would come next.
"So?"
"The Barnes and Noble of the Woodland Mall. I don't suppose you're working that day, are you?" she asked, with callous and ill-concealed glee.
"Really? That's only a couple of stores away, and I... oh... god."
And then I made this face: D:
*The conversation, you may have guessed, didn't go exactly like this. She would, however, have definitely used the correct grammar. Also, she's really lovely and generous and darling, and wants me to throw stones, even though a.) I would lose my job and b.) I am not without sins, so stoning is kind of out of the question.