Jul 05, 2007 20:55
Tuesday night at work we had a crazed, possibly doped up, angry woman yelling that she was looking for the Dickney.
Y'know. THE DICKNEY. How do you not know the Dickney? IT'S FAMOUS.
Cookies if you can figure out what the Dickney is, other than ghetto-fabulous. A hint? It's an acronym. And a clothing label.
SPECIAL.
...And today an old man and his younger girl pal (Think May-Ming Dynasty relationship) were having loud obnoxious sex in a fitting room.
I dread what tomorrow may bring.
workination,
my life is fraught with the strange