DMV Lady
I stopped at my local gas station on my way home from work today to pick up some soda. It's just a little place, privately owned, not a chain and I like that they all know me and shit. As I was getting out of my car, someone was coming out of the store and I could tell out of the corner of my eye that he was staring at me. I avoided eye contact but then he said, "Hey! You're the DMV Lady, right?". Turns out, I registered his motorcycle and we chatted at the time about him living down the road from me. He was very pleasant and we chatted again before I went into the store but I'm not sure I like being know as the "DMV Lady". I'm not upset by it. I even understand why people who I've waited on would refer to me as such but I kind of liked it better when I was known as the "Sex Toy Lady" back when I sold "bedroom novelties" for a living.
I had to work this morning as I usually do on a Saturday, so I couldn't get online to order my "So You Think You Can Dance" tour tickets. Last night, I called my mom and asked her to do it for me and gave her my debit card number and whatnot. She let me know via voicemail that she had them for me and would drop them off this afternoon but she's still not here yet and I want to take my afternoon nap. Oh well, hopefully, she'll be here any minute.
Oh! Check it out....SHE'S HERE! Gotta go.
I had to work this morning as I usually do on a Saturday, so I couldn't get online to order my "So You Think You Can Dance" tour tickets. Last night, I called my mom and asked her to do it for me and gave her my debit card number and whatnot. She let me know via voicemail that she had them for me and would drop them off this afternoon but she's still not here yet and I want to take my afternoon nap. Oh well, hopefully, she'll be here any minute.
Oh! Check it out....SHE'S HERE! Gotta go.