There is a clique of women in my office who wear these jeans, and go shopping as a group at least one or two times a week for lunch. Watching them all interact is like watching a group of high school girls. It's almost hysterical.
Post by averyjessup on Aug 13, 2012 14:34:42 GMT -5
My neighbor just came by to drop off one of those discount cards that high schools sell, I bought one from her son. I don't know what made me assume she was in a hurry but I grabbed some money and met her outside. We chatted for a second and she left and I realized about 5 minutes later that I had totally imagined that she was in a hurry and I didn't invite her in or anything. So now I feel like an asshole.