I just got a phone call from an OKC number. My phone dropped the call, so I have no idea as to the premise of the call.
Me: Hello?
Them: Hey, this is [Cupcake] and we’re on our way.
Me: Um? I think you may have the wrong number?
This is where I would hear a dial tone if my phone had one of those.
First of all: Cupcake, what are you doing calling me from and OKC number?
B: Why are you coming? And from where? Did you run away again?
B ½: You’re supposed to be studying! Get to work chicken-head.
5-H: I’m not there so you can’t come see me.
Today’s Exploit:
Last night, after my endless run that lasted 8 minutes and 43 seconds longer than it was supposed to, I hi-jacked half of the porch swing at the Company Man’s trailer. The company man sat was in the other half.
My crazy friend, Herb, and I talked for a long time. He told me stories and complained about his job, and exalted his job, and told me to never get married. He also had probably 5 rum-and-cokes. He gave me one, too. Then he laughed when I told him I couldn’t handle another.
We talked about the weather, how I was comfortable in a t-shirt and shorts, but he needed long sleeves and pants. He also told me about the 115+ degreeF summer temperatures for this area. I said I’d probably melt more violently and stickily than the Wicked Witch of the West.
I told him about my aspirations to feed people, and he told me about his mother.
Then, in the natural course of things, we returned to the topic of the people I work with being scared of him.
Herb: Why are they afraid of me?
Me: I don’t know, maybe you give the impression of being mean.
Herb: But I’m not, I’m just quiet.
Me: And intimidating.
Herb: You know I’m not mean.
Me: Yep, I figured that out when you started rating girls’ bums and asked me to weigh in.
Herb:
looks at me slyly
Me:
(Crap!) No!
Herb: Let me just say…
Me:
(Why did I go and do that?)
Herb: …that the way you walk across location…Mmm.
Me:
Resigned. Thank you. Now I have to go to bed.
Herb: Can I…?
Me: NO!
Herb: Fine. Good night.
Then I proceeded to go back to my trailer backwards.