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there's a fedex guy who drops by the office every so often, and he's gotten me confused with some other redhead (huh!) so he thinks my name is Nicole, and he also thinks I'm planning a wedding/honeymoon. Every time he comes in here, he asks about the wedding/honeymoon, and every time I tell him something vague, like, "we're still figuring it out." Today he advised me not to spend too much money on the wedding, and instead to focus on the honeymoon. "Because," he lisped, "that shit is only for a day and you won't remember any of it anyway. You see it all the time in wedding photos. Your face is just a-" then he gestures, implying that I will show up in photos all blurry like bigfoot.
It's possible that he's Fedex from the future, or maybe Fedex from the past, or something poetic like that. But he gets my NAME WRONG. He's fedex from the future, in the wrong BUILDING.
It's possible that he's Fedex from the future, or maybe Fedex from the past, or something poetic like that. But he gets my NAME WRONG. He's fedex from the future, in the wrong BUILDING.