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Phoebe (margotglass) wrote,
@ 2003-10-08 00:36:00
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    This is the weirdest story ever.
    It's really, really weird. I am entranced by how weird it is.

    My mom and I had appointments at the psychiatrist's today (Neither of us are crazy. It's a . . . thing.) and they have a basket there with Halloween pencils, and plastic bat rings and fake plastic vampire teeth. (I got a ring stuck on my finger, and eventually had to chew it off. The ring, not my finger. It was bad.) My mom and I got vampire teeth, and wore them out to the car, and alarmed passers-by. My mother is very strange. We were stopping by Truly Yogurt to visit James (and get ice cream), as James was working. Earlier in the day I heard that James was going to smoke drugs "with the new boy Dan," but somehow I didn't make the connection between this and the fact that a boy named Dan has just started working at Truly Yogurt. Also, I figured that this smoking of drugs would be after work. WRONG! Anyway, so I walked in while my mom parked, and there were about three thousand people who worked there behind the counter getting ice cream, and I said "Where's James?" Someone said "In the basement," so I headed down to the basement with my vampire teeth in. So, I go down the stairs into the basement. And walk into a cloud of smoke! SMOKE! [dramatic pause]

    Anyway, the boy named Dan is sitting on the large freezer, and James is standing around with a lighter, and there are about five bags of drugs on the freezer. Dan shouts, when I come in, "Don't look at me, I'm sketchy!"

    I mean, what?!

    I introduced myself to Dan. I said "You're Dan, right? I'm Phoebe! I've probably met you before, but I can't remember anybody who works here." Then I chatted with James for a few moments about work ethics, and how he used to have way more than I did, and now he has none. James said that his work ethics were only as a result of being new at the job, and Dan added that he had been stoned since his second day on the job. (I hope he meant "stoned at work" rather than "stoned continuously since that day.") Finally I decided that my mother would probably be coming in, and that I should go back upstairs. James said that he should probably make an appearance. Dan said "I'm packing a bowl!" and burst into a fit of giggles.

    My mother alarmed everyone with her vampire teeth, I gave her ice cream, then went back to the basement to say farewell to James. It was really a cloud of smoke this time! Dan was waving around this pipelike thing, and they were smoking it, and . . . my goodness! It was so insane. Dude, that's my WORKPLACE!

    It was very strange. I emerged from the basement, followed by James and Dan, and my mother said "Why is everyone in the basement?" I said "Let's leave."


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