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I went back to a local restuarant that I have been working at on and off since I was 16 for a shift on saturday night it is owned by a lovely couple, Shorty and Ginge. Ginge is the head chef, and Shorty the manager. They are such a fabcouple to work for although I have always got on much better with Ginge than shorty. So ginge sauntered over after service whilst I was tidyign the waitress area and goes: "Are you doing anything on monday?" "Not that I know of, why?" "Oh, nothing." I expected him to say could I take their son for a couple of hours so they could have a break, but I was wrong. "Riiight" "Well...it's just that...I was thinking you could come and be my dog for the day, you know, like my bitch?" WHHAAAAAAATT? This was not what I was expecting to hear! "Ummm you want me to be your bitch? Are you sure Shorty wont have a problem?!" "Hahahaha, I'm going shooting, I wanted to know if you wanted to come along and catch the dead things I shoot, hence being my bitch, after all you have more than enough experience at it!" I am hoping that he meant experience being bithy, not catching dead thing as that is slightly wrong. I truely have the randomest conversations at work. Cant stop thinking about TP, hes really got under my skin, like zit that hasnt quite surfaced enough to pick. Skinhead is still intend on setting us up but I dont really want to go down those lines. I'll see what he is like when I get back to uni, and if I think he is interested, I may have to bite the bullet and ask him for a drink. Post a comment in response: |
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