To Live Today, We Must Know the Past
Oh yeah, yesterday.
Work was interesting. Danny had called off several days ago. Carmen was to replace him. Apparently after leaving work Saturday night (and after worrying that she would fall during the mopping) Carmen fell and twisted her ankle. So Danny was called in and an interesting night followed.
You see, Danny has threatened to spray me with whipped cream once in the past. He never attacked. Last night, he tried. We struggled. I gained the upper-hand (literally, my hand was closer to the nozzle thingy) so I whipped-creamed his shirt and arm and then laughed at him.
I then spent the next hour carrying whipped cream around with me. Alas, while I was helping a customer (you know, those people who interrupt my fun) Danny snuck into the back room and found the stock of whipped cream and the next battle began. While this time there were creamy war wounds on both sides, he still had more.
Danny struck one final time later that night. He got my pants and shoes pretty good while I screamed like a girly-girl. I could have struck back, but decided to give him a pity victory.
Oh and also, I thought one of the new managers was joking with me so I kinda-sorta mouthed off. Turns out he was in a serious/bad mood. Oopsie. And I now fear for my job...well, not fear...but I'll be extra good for at least the next three days.
Work was interesting. Danny had called off several days ago. Carmen was to replace him. Apparently after leaving work Saturday night (and after worrying that she would fall during the mopping) Carmen fell and twisted her ankle. So Danny was called in and an interesting night followed.
You see, Danny has threatened to spray me with whipped cream once in the past. He never attacked. Last night, he tried. We struggled. I gained the upper-hand (literally, my hand was closer to the nozzle thingy) so I whipped-creamed his shirt and arm and then laughed at him.
I then spent the next hour carrying whipped cream around with me. Alas, while I was helping a customer (you know, those people who interrupt my fun) Danny snuck into the back room and found the stock of whipped cream and the next battle began. While this time there were creamy war wounds on both sides, he still had more.
Danny struck one final time later that night. He got my pants and shoes pretty good while I screamed like a girly-girl. I could have struck back, but decided to give him a pity victory.
Oh and also, I thought one of the new managers was joking with me so I kinda-sorta mouthed off. Turns out he was in a serious/bad mood. Oopsie. And I now fear for my job...well, not fear...but I'll be extra good for at least the next three days.
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