Feb 012008

Tomorrow night is game night at my house. Bob was talking about how he might bring one of his friends, but that he promised they wouldn’t get out of control. I said something stupid about how that’s OK because I don’t like control.

One of the dayshift guys was still here. He turned in his seat and asked, "Erin, you were one of those kids who had a red A with a circle painted on their locker, weren’t you?"

I laughed and Collin, always forgetting his place, muttered something about a scarlet letter. There was a moment of silence, and then the dayshift man said awkwardly, "Well, I was thinking more along the lines of the anarchy sign…."

It’s nice to know my co-workers think so highly of me. At least now I’ll have a use for the leftover marinara sauce festering in my garbage can. If you need me, I’ll be the girl with pigtails and a moist and tasty finger-painted ‘A’ on her forehead.

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  1. collin always has SOMETHING to say… asshole.

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