am struggling to just keep paying my bills, let along be responsible for another human being. Which segues into my next complaint. Oops, I meant topic.
One man tackled all the issues at once, and in the most astronomical way possible. We met at Mercury Tower. This was more of a romantic place so I wore a nice red blouse with a tight black skirt. Gus showed up in a wrinkly black suit and a clip on tie. His mustache was well put together, I wish I could say the same for the 5 kids that tagged along after him. He sets them up at another table with 2 lap tops, head phones, an assortment of snacks and each their own iPhone. How do kids have I phones, I don't even have an iPhone. Okay, now I'm jealous. I am jealous of children. This is not my first time and it will not be my last.
"So what are you exactly?'" Gus asks once the food arrived. I wonder if he would take human as an acceptable response.
"I'm confused by your question" I say before I stuff some cheese in my mouth.
"Your race, dear." Gus says while chewing an enormous bite of halibut. That's a fish, I hate fish.
"I'm Russian" I say bleakly. Surprisingly enough, we had already had this conversation before. This is the third time actually, the third time he asked me my race, maybe people don't really believe I'm Russian.
"So are you a dyke or something?" He spits out, causing his children to giggle from the next table. Now, I'm not one to insinuate but I do believe he is referring to my short black hair.
"No, I just have short hair." I stammer. Well that was rude. He brought 5 kids out on our date, I could call him ghetto but I'm not.
"Are you going to grow it out for me?" Gus asks casually as he leans over and grabs a nacho from my dish. What is it with everyone eating my food? This is becoming an epidemic. I will starve to death if everyone keeps eating off my plate!
"No, not for you." I reply, pulling my dish closer to my body. I wasn't just talking about my hair but also my nachos.
"What about kids" Gus snorts gesturing over to his herd.
"What about them?" I ask nonchalantly, finishing up the nachos.
"You ready to have them." Gus asks taking a chicken bone out of his pocket and setting it on his fries. "I could impregnate you tonight," he leers looking me up and down likes some sort of piece of meat.
"No thanks" I say drawing my sweater closer to my chest.
"You do realize you are not getting any younger." Gus says picking at something in his teeth.
"Yes I am aware of that." I say, paying my portion of the bill and leaving. In case anyone didn't pick up on the chicken bone thing, I'll explain. He is going to claim that he found a bone in his meal to get it for free. Except he didn't order chicken so it probably won't work. It all depends on how big of a scene he can make. On second thought with all those kids he will probably get a few meals for him plus a few to go meals for his kids.
Chapter eighteen
"Beep." I lay on the horn as my life flashes before my eyes. Don't worry it wasn't great, my life flashing that is. Some guy just cut me off. I am madder than a bull in a rodeo. He is lucky my brakes work because if they didn't we would have collided. Why is everyone in such a hurry? I mean, what's the rush. "It's ok baby, they are gone now" I coo while stroking my steering wheel.
"Are you talking to your car?" My co worker Nancy demands.
"What I like my car, she is all I have." I say meekly.
"No wonder you're single," Nancy scoffs. I should really stop telling people I'm alone. But at work word would have gotten around. The reason I'm driving this intolerable fool is because today's my car pool day. So I get to drive 3 people home which takes an extra hour. But on days when they pick me up, it's nice, I don't have to worry about gas, traffic or anything. Yes, I ended up putting in four working seat belts. Yes it cost a lot. But it's worth it to not have to drive every day.
At work I'm at the lowest of the low position, so I get a lot of grief from
One man tackled all the issues at once, and in the most astronomical way possible. We met at Mercury Tower. This was more of a romantic place so I wore a nice red blouse with a tight black skirt. Gus showed up in a wrinkly black suit and a clip on tie. His mustache was well put together, I wish I could say the same for the 5 kids that tagged along after him. He sets them up at another table with 2 lap tops, head phones, an assortment of snacks and each their own iPhone. How do kids have I phones, I don't even have an iPhone. Okay, now I'm jealous. I am jealous of children. This is not my first time and it will not be my last.
"So what are you exactly?'" Gus asks once the food arrived. I wonder if he would take human as an acceptable response.
"I'm confused by your question" I say before I stuff some cheese in my mouth.
"Your race, dear." Gus says while chewing an enormous bite of halibut. That's a fish, I hate fish.
"I'm Russian" I say bleakly. Surprisingly enough, we had already had this conversation before. This is the third time actually, the third time he asked me my race, maybe people don't really believe I'm Russian.
"So are you a dyke or something?" He spits out, causing his children to giggle from the next table. Now, I'm not one to insinuate but I do believe he is referring to my short black hair.
"No, I just have short hair." I stammer. Well that was rude. He brought 5 kids out on our date, I could call him ghetto but I'm not.
"Are you going to grow it out for me?" Gus asks casually as he leans over and grabs a nacho from my dish. What is it with everyone eating my food? This is becoming an epidemic. I will starve to death if everyone keeps eating off my plate!
"No, not for you." I reply, pulling my dish closer to my body. I wasn't just talking about my hair but also my nachos.
"What about kids" Gus snorts gesturing over to his herd.
"What about them?" I ask nonchalantly, finishing up the nachos.
"You ready to have them." Gus asks taking a chicken bone out of his pocket and setting it on his fries. "I could impregnate you tonight," he leers looking me up and down likes some sort of piece of meat.
"No thanks" I say drawing my sweater closer to my chest.
"You do realize you are not getting any younger." Gus says picking at something in his teeth.
"Yes I am aware of that." I say, paying my portion of the bill and leaving. In case anyone didn't pick up on the chicken bone thing, I'll explain. He is going to claim that he found a bone in his meal to get it for free. Except he didn't order chicken so it probably won't work. It all depends on how big of a scene he can make. On second thought with all those kids he will probably get a few meals for him plus a few to go meals for his kids.
Chapter eighteen
"Beep." I lay on the horn as my life flashes before my eyes. Don't worry it wasn't great, my life flashing that is. Some guy just cut me off. I am madder than a bull in a rodeo. He is lucky my brakes work because if they didn't we would have collided. Why is everyone in such a hurry? I mean, what's the rush. "It's ok baby, they are gone now" I coo while stroking my steering wheel.
"Are you talking to your car?" My co worker Nancy demands.
"What I like my car, she is all I have." I say meekly.
"No wonder you're single," Nancy scoffs. I should really stop telling people I'm alone. But at work word would have gotten around. The reason I'm driving this intolerable fool is because today's my car pool day. So I get to drive 3 people home which takes an extra hour. But on days when they pick me up, it's nice, I don't have to worry about gas, traffic or anything. Yes, I ended up putting in four working seat belts. Yes it cost a lot. But it's worth it to not have to drive every day.
At work I'm at the lowest of the low position, so I get a lot of grief from
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