A week ago I was buying some boots at Zellers.
Yeah, I know y'all have moved on to Walmart but I SUPPORT CANADIAN COMPANIES.*
*Buyout by Target notwithstanding.
N E WaIz:
I'm standing in the cashier line with my cheap-ass boots and I'm waiting for the cashier to get off the phone and end her conversation with what appears to be her middle-aged child about what she should make for dinner. (ENTHRALLING.)
While I'm waiting for her to ring my purchase through my phone rings.
For many a month now I've had my ring tone set to the Bed Intruder Song; I just cant get enough of it.
SO MY PHONE RINGS, its in my jacket pocket.
CLIMBIN' IN YO WINDOWS
And I'm fumbling to put the boots on the counter and put down my wallet and other shopping bags,
SNATCHIN' YO PEOPLE UP
but I'm not going fast enough to stop it...
TRYNA RAPE 'EM
.
And I finally snatch up (LOL) my phone and hit the "ignore" button,
But its too late.
The line's been said.
And the elderly couple behind me looks unamused.
NUMBER TWO
In class this week we were comin' up on our 7th hour of lecture and my mind was turning to mush.
I'm pretty much done with concentrating at this point, and note that Natasha's water bottle is sitting on top of the table we share.
I bump the table leg with my leg and watch the water in the bottle ripple.
No response from Natasha.
I bump the table again.
Natasha looks at me.
I bump it again, and I say to her, "There's a T-rex coming."
Natasha starts to giggle and puts her hands to her mouth to muffle it, but I lean in wide eyed and stop her.
"BE CAREFUL," I say, "THEIR SIGHT IS KEYED TO MOVEMENT"
Jurrasic Park was on last weekend.
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