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so yea. it's wes's birthday. metro tonight? definite possibility.
last night at work, this girl was talking to me about how this guy that use to work with us broke up with her and all the unnecessary but entertaining details. and yea. she was telling me he is dating a girl whose name is kim now. (her name is kelly). keep in mind kim is skinny and blonde and kelly is average and a brunette. so she says "it's obvious he has a thing for girls whose names begin with K." yea, it is. pathetically familiar? yes, i think so. hahahaha. damn, that's embarrassing.
and last night at work i'm in the front office and i get a call that goes as followed:
me: thank-you for calling publix, this is molly, how can i help you?
lady: yea, what's your name?
me: Molly
lady: Molly, i need you to deliver a special message to Lori.
me: ok..?
lady: tell that fucking bitch, she needs to have a police escort her to her car tonight bc i will fucking kill her?
her and her friend laughing.
me: um...excuse me?
lady: i will fucking kill her, and if she doesn't want to die, that motherfucking bitch needs a police escort to her car.
me: um, i think i need to put you on hold and you can talk to a cop.
hangs up.
not to mention, i was lori's ride home last night.
all this because lori told this crazy black lady that she can't write WIC checks in express. wtf.
last night at work, this girl was talking to me about how this guy that use to work with us broke up with her and all the unnecessary but entertaining details. and yea. she was telling me he is dating a girl whose name is kim now. (her name is kelly). keep in mind kim is skinny and blonde and kelly is average and a brunette. so she says "it's obvious he has a thing for girls whose names begin with K." yea, it is. pathetically familiar? yes, i think so. hahahaha. damn, that's embarrassing.
and last night at work i'm in the front office and i get a call that goes as followed:
me: thank-you for calling publix, this is molly, how can i help you?
lady: yea, what's your name?
me: Molly
lady: Molly, i need you to deliver a special message to Lori.
me: ok..?
lady: tell that fucking bitch, she needs to have a police escort her to her car tonight bc i will fucking kill her?
her and her friend laughing.
me: um...excuse me?
lady: i will fucking kill her, and if she doesn't want to die, that motherfucking bitch needs a police escort to her car.
me: um, i think i need to put you on hold and you can talk to a cop.
hangs up.
not to mention, i was lori's ride home last night.
all this because lori told this crazy black lady that she can't write WIC checks in express. wtf.