O.k. So I know that it has been a super long time since the last post but that is because I have been super busy. I am thinking that the originally planned topic for this post will have to be postponed till later next week though.
Funny story time. So last friday, bernadette and I were going to chick-fil-a in Russell House to get us some lunch. I got held up at the drink machine and then went to a different line than her. After looking at her line, I realized that it was moving a lot faster than mine so I decided to join it. At the same time I realized this, so did two other girls. It was a race to see who could get to the line first!
As I was approaching the prize, one of my fries fell out of the container, and being a good citizen I decided to pick it up, which gave the girls a lead. We ended up at the line at the exact same time. I was behind Bernadette and by the time we got to the register, somehow innocently I was in front of her.
Now Bernadette, being antsy, decided to call me a cutter. Not only did she tell me this, she screamed it out for all of the second floor to hear! So the man behind the register says, "Do we really have a cutter here?" And she said "Yeah! I caught him and lets punish him right now!" So he says "Back of the line cutter."
So I have to go to the back of the line because Bernadette is jealous of my dashing good looks. Its a tough life for me.
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