I Found Somone Lame To Blog About

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AND IT'S ME! (Ask and ye shall receive?)


Ready for a totally Lame story? Cause I am an IDIOT! Ok, here we go.

So, today, I was at work, and we were CRAZY busy. I don't have a great job. I work in food services. I never look cute at work. Why wear make-up when I have to wear a hat and have my hair in pigtails. No mascara is going to fix the uniform I have to wear. I was working the register and working hard and fast. But I am a little brain dead today. I'm helping a customer who we will refer to as... Bob. I finish with Bob and he turns to me, and asks, do I know you? I had been thinking that Bob looked familiar. He asked me my name, I asked him his name, and I knew. "Did you take percussion in the 7th grade at *insert my middle school here*?" "Yeah, I did, what was our teacher's name again?" So I told him. I'm now trying to help the next customer, but Bob is still talking to me. He then asks, "Hey, can I get your number?" and pulls out his cell phone. I'm like a drunken sailor and say, "Uh... Sure, it's: ###-####". He then turns and leaves and I realize what I have done.

Now I'm sure that Bob is a nice guy. But I haven't seen him since the 7th grade. And we weren't exactly friends in the 7th grade. We weren't not friends either, we just... You get the idea.

About a half hour later, it gets slower at work, and I turn to a co-worker and tell her that I shouldn't have left my house today. She asks why, and I start freaking out and telling her about my little issue. Included in this conversation are comments like, "I don't even know him!", "I gave him my real number, now why did I do that?" and "What was I thinking?!?" My manager was listening in on the conversation and softly said "Hey, Paily, isn't that him sitting over there?"

Time slowed down as I turned my head to see him sitting at a table close to the door with 2 other people. WHAT? You've got to be kidding me! Now I sound like the biggest jerk! It's not that I don't want to go on a date with Bob. It's that I am just retarded and can't believe I gave my number out to an almost perfect stranger. Who does that? Not me! But now, if Bob over heard it, he just thinks that I am the biggest jerk known to man. I don't know for sure that he heard what I said. But let's be honest, I talk loud. Now, the radio was on, and he was talking to the other 2 people at his table, but good gravy! What is wrong with me?!?! Pretty much I am the lame-est person to walk the earth. Oh, blast.