One of my co-workers is pretty funny. We both have
families and share some of the same stresses in life. So we were
discussing the Perry family trip to the NC State Fair (we love the fair, namely
the Al's Fries and Kiwanis ham biscuits and roasted corn). The family
trip that will likely be without the Emma part of the family, because we have
no desire for her to eat fried items from a truck, ride rides built by carnies
or get cholera from the animals. And that doesn't include what's on the
ground.
Anyway, so he proceeds to tell me that they no longer attend the fair. I like to call his wife ICE, because every time I am working on his phone, she texts something....and it comes through as ICE. Which, of course. So, anyway, apparently ICE had a confrontation with a woman who insisted that they were in line first. There were hand motions and general reactions just not appropriate for the fair, or life in general. Once the hand was thrown up, ICE goes all "I will rip your weave out and bust your ass if you do that to me again." And, I don't know her but I think she's my friend. Because I had tears rolling after the telling of this story. And no, I don't guess you ought to go to the fair again. Weave and her family might be waiting with some turkey legs and the scene won't be pretty.
I can't wait to tell David that story.
Of course yesterday, there was all sorts of laughing due to some story telling from another co-worker. And my stomach and cheeks hurt last night from all the laughing.
So I suppose it's been a decent week at work. I like to laugh. More than do work. But thankful to mix the two sometimes.
AND. GIRLS NIGHT is tonight. GIRLS NIGHT. With my best friend, who is probably upset at me for not already deciding on a place to eat as she's been texting me for a while now. And I just don't know because DECISIONS. I am not good at them and want to go somewhere relatively inexpensive, but a place with drinks, and no place that David would be sad if we went and didn't go ourselves. So, yeah. I might just bring a brown bag to the Chubby Tacos and call it a day.
Anyway, so he proceeds to tell me that they no longer attend the fair. I like to call his wife ICE, because every time I am working on his phone, she texts something....and it comes through as ICE. Which, of course. So, anyway, apparently ICE had a confrontation with a woman who insisted that they were in line first. There were hand motions and general reactions just not appropriate for the fair, or life in general. Once the hand was thrown up, ICE goes all "I will rip your weave out and bust your ass if you do that to me again." And, I don't know her but I think she's my friend. Because I had tears rolling after the telling of this story. And no, I don't guess you ought to go to the fair again. Weave and her family might be waiting with some turkey legs and the scene won't be pretty.
I can't wait to tell David that story.
Of course yesterday, there was all sorts of laughing due to some story telling from another co-worker. And my stomach and cheeks hurt last night from all the laughing.
So I suppose it's been a decent week at work. I like to laugh. More than do work. But thankful to mix the two sometimes.
AND. GIRLS NIGHT is tonight. GIRLS NIGHT. With my best friend, who is probably upset at me for not already deciding on a place to eat as she's been texting me for a while now. And I just don't know because DECISIONS. I am not good at them and want to go somewhere relatively inexpensive, but a place with drinks, and no place that David would be sad if we went and didn't go ourselves. So, yeah. I might just bring a brown bag to the Chubby Tacos and call it a day.
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