I've decided since I'm so unhappy about my professional life at the garage I'm working at, I'm going to make it more of a joke than a job. Like today, creepy mechanic #1 asked how old my boyfriend was, I told him, 23, and creepy mechanic #1 was like, "oh cradle robber huh?" I was just like, "uh yeah." Then he went into a spill about how he's a cradle robber and his gf is 39...I was just like, "I think she left the cradle a long time ago." I was trying to be a bitch but he thought it was funny and proceeded to tell me he likes to pick on me...long pause...because he likes me. If only memories like this could be washed away. Grose. I would love to be a village of the damned child and use my mind powers and make him take his creepy propeller invention (another story for another time friends) and blow away.
I like you!
Creepy. I'm so glad that older woman aren't nearly as direct as older men. Or as seemingly full of themselves. Or I would probably have had many similar moments.