2005-07-29 - 6:54 a.m.
Who knew? All I needed was a cup of coffee and a smack on the ass.
I'm still waiting for the smack on the ass. Anyone...?
Despite my afore mentioned confusion, I remain ducky. This is the one side of me that the other side hates:
Happy side: Ya know...ain't life grand?
Other side: Shut the F@#$ up!
None the less, I remain generally happy. So anyway, guess who I bumped into recently? (You'll never guess)
SKL (Serial Killer Lady - for you non-regulars).
My route to work has changed again, because my location has changed again. Anyway, I stopped in for coffee, mostly because I hadn't seen SKL in ages and wondered how's she's been. (Disclaimer: I'll never actually ask her how's she's been, because I fear she'll tell me.)
She was not having a good morning. Apparently one of the big-rigs that stops in to get diesel pulled away from the pump without first removing the hose and then decided to back up and crash into the pump station. A (glass) coffee pot had exploded that morning as well. She also mentioned something about a drunk customer getting in her grill and yelling about not having beer...at 2:00 in the morning. I thought maybe that customer was laying on the floor of the frosty beverage case, but I decided not to ask, because I didn't REALLY want to know.
Even though she had had a bad morning, she mustered a mustard colored smile for me and batted her eyes in her SKL way. I left with visions of me duct taped to a chair as she hummed a little tune while shaving off my body hair for some unknown purpose.
Where was I going with this?
