LarryMullen's POPAngel
Blue Crack Distributor
Tonight when I was at this Mexican restaurant (flautas ) the girl who cleared our plates from our table looked strangely familiar.
It took me two seconds to realize I had gone to school with her nearly all my life and to top it off, she was one of the kids who used to bully me. At least until one afternoon during our junior year when she was taunting me and I turned around and gently told her to "Fuck off". She said not one word to me after that.
Anyway, as I was watching her clear our plates I felt like laughing like Nelson. I'm working in a nice office building with a nice job, and here she is clearing plates at a small restaurant. I am not saying that as if I'm looking down on anyone who works in restaurants or anything, but for a second I felt as if I deserved to feel a bit smug, you know?
It took me two seconds to realize I had gone to school with her nearly all my life and to top it off, she was one of the kids who used to bully me. At least until one afternoon during our junior year when she was taunting me and I turned around and gently told her to "Fuck off". She said not one word to me after that.
Anyway, as I was watching her clear our plates I felt like laughing like Nelson. I'm working in a nice office building with a nice job, and here she is clearing plates at a small restaurant. I am not saying that as if I'm looking down on anyone who works in restaurants or anything, but for a second I felt as if I deserved to feel a bit smug, you know?