So I was working today, and here comes Sarah, the girl I told off the other day, scurrying around the corner with a note in her hand. She sticks her hand out and I say "what's that?" and she says "it's my phone number". What the hell is that? I yell at her, have her running out of the store feeling horrible, and she comes back two day later with her number and says call me? Girls are weird. Tread softly, I suppose.
hollywoodrocks:
interesting for sure.. did you call?
apologees:
girls aren't weird, they are evil. weirdness is only the part where they sucker you into caring what they do.
