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Tonight was quite the adventure to an "establishment of coffee"; accompanied by my good friend Sky.
We were sitting around and drinking our Mint Chip Mochas. Coffee houses became the topic of our discussion when Sky had brought up Redlands; that was shortlived, however. I have a relative in Redlands, so, I started making fun of how Sky would approach my cousin for the first time to take board in her home.
Taylor: Sky, I can see you going up to my cousin's house and saying, "Hi, I'm Sky and I don't know you, but I know your cousin, so, that's good enough." Right after that, you'll shove my cousin out of the way and stroll in with your backpack on wheels.
Sky: I'll go to her fridge with a Pepsi in hand and look for food. "Hey I don't know too much about cooking, but I make a mean breakfast burrito. Just wait till morning."
Taylor: Yes. That'll be your bargaining chip. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Oh, don't worry. You can sleep on the couch, because I know your cousin."
Sky: ******** yes. I'll take thirty minute showers and waste all the hot water.
Taylor: And then you can lock the master bedroom door so they don't have access to their room; blasting Nine Inch Nails at two in the morning.
Sky: Yes.
Taylor: And then you can wake them up at six and say, "Hey. It's time for those breakfast burritos."
Sky: "I know this great place where they sell good coffee. And I know Taylor, so it doesn't matter. Go get me some."
Taylor:"I wasted gas to drive to your house... Now you can waste your gas to get me some coffee."
That was such a random conversation, but that made me crack up. The previous conversation Sky and I had was about her job at Albertsons before she quit. This lady, who was a regular b***h, was given the name "The Troll."
Sky: So, I want to tell you about this lady that came into our store. Oh my God. She would get mad after I bagged her groceries. "You didn't bag it right. Take it out and do it again."
"Okay, really... I'm not going to rebag your fifty pounds of groceries, lady." And then, she would make me help her out to her car and she had absolutely no trunk space. "Don't Squish anything in there."
"Really... There's nothing to squish in here."
Taylor: ... What a b***h.
Sky: I know. And she had this cat litter on the bottom. So, I had to make sure I didn't crush that.
Taylor: I bet she lived in her car and when her cat had to take a crap, she would let them go in the trunk. That is, if the cat litter wasn't for her.
Sky: Haha. So anyway, I went back in and my manager told me I could take my break. I go to the breakroom and there's my other co-workers, so I tell them about my experience and they were like, "Dude... Sky.. you just experienced The Troll."
"... So that's what that was."
Taylor: You should have made t-shirts for you and your other co-workers that said, "I Survived The Troll."
Sky: Haha. Yeah. Seriously, though... She made customer service hell the two hours she was in the store. "Oh my God, guys... It's The Troll." She literally had five hairs on her head.
Taylor: Hah, hah. She sounds like a cancer patient.
Good times on a Sunday night. Good times.
On an oposite note, my poor baby had his SATs today. He's in a bad mood, so bad that I couldn't talk him into going with us.
 x[.Mirror.]x · Sun Apr 30, 2006 @ 11:43pm · 2 Comments |
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