| dos cosas |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|07:56 pm] |
1.) I got three evenly spaced scratched on the back of my left hand from some sharp screws sticking out from a cupboard door behind the counter in my department. It didn't really hurt but ended up bleeding a lot and looks a bit nastier than they actually are. So many people asked me what happened that I started telling them I was attacked by a feral cat on the Q Train this morning.
So far three people have believed me.
2.) an old man approached me today before lunch and asked me where he could: "buy tickets to ride on Richard Branson's rocket ship to the moon." After asking him to repeat himself a number of times so I was sure he was asking what I thought he was asking, I told him that you had to buy the rocket ship tickets online and that we didn't sell them in the store.
When he first asked about riding the rocket ship, I thought he was hitting on me. Old people are scary sometimes. |
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That's freakin hilarious. LOL.
I hate talking about old people because I hopefully will be one someday. But can I gripe about the old gay guys at the gym. Now that's scary. And they stare at all the hot young meat. | |
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