One texted me this morning. Of all of his countless friends, apparently I am the only one who might know which tax form he would need. And then he ended our brief text conversation with "Have a good day ms denim expert." Should I even bother telling him that I don't work at the Gap anymore? I mean, he has no idea of anything else that is happening in my life. So, instead, I didn't reply at all.
One walked past me in CPO today. He reached out and touched my arm. In my mind, I reciprocated with a kick to the balls. Jacquelyn glared at him. I called him a name under my breath a few moments later, thinking he was gone. He was just around the corner. I really hope he heard.
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"In my mind, I reciprocated with a kick to the balls."
That's some guttural poetry, and a brilliant use of the word "reciprocated."
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