Hi all.
This is the continuation of my story "A Rhetorical Question". I had to put it here because this part does not involve tickling.
(Sorry!)
So here I was on my way to get some candy to help get over my recent experience (see previous post) and I dropped into my fave candy store for some salt water taffy. I had to pad all the eay to the back of the store for an empty plastic bag and as I was getting it I heard a voice behind me ask "Anything in particular you're looking for?"
You know that funny feeling you get in the back of your head when you hear a voice you recognize and don't know from where?
I suddenly had that feeling. Turning around real quick I nearly dropped my still empty bag when I saw
MARCI!!!!!!
Yes, the arrogant, full-of-herself, designer label wearing barefoot bitch from the clothing store! Well the designer clothes were gone, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a rainbow and the store's name on it. Her formerly moussed and styled hair was tied back in a ponytail and she instead of heavy makeup she wore only a touch of eyeshadow. Almost involuntarily I looked down. . .you guessed it she was still minus shoes. I asked "Hey didn't you used to be at . . ." and she cut me off in mid-syllable and said "I quit there. So do you want anything or not?" Same old Marci, polite and caring.
I said I could get my own taffy and she walked away. As she did I glanced down and saw her formerly immaculately clean soles were, to put it mildly, filthy. Apparently she had walked over some dropped chocolate candies, spilled powedered sugar and less than perfect jawbreakers and they had . . .er . . .left their mark.
Well I grabbed about a pound of taffy in all different flavors plus three boxes of official Harry Potter Jellybeans (try the black pepper jellybean, it packs a real kick!).
At the counter I had to wait my turn because Marci-poo was dealing with some child of about 8 or so who could not decide what flavor all day lollipop to get. Oh you cannot know how much fun it was to watch her slowly burning up as this kid changed his mind over and over again. As I waited I peeked behind the counter and there, in a remote corner, was a pair of shoes that I guessed belonged to Marci. That answered the question of "Does she even own any?"
I walked out of there feeling pretty good. She didn't say "Thank you" or "come again" but I know I will. I guess it is her sunny disposition.
This is the continuation of my story "A Rhetorical Question". I had to put it here because this part does not involve tickling.
(Sorry!)
So here I was on my way to get some candy to help get over my recent experience (see previous post) and I dropped into my fave candy store for some salt water taffy. I had to pad all the eay to the back of the store for an empty plastic bag and as I was getting it I heard a voice behind me ask "Anything in particular you're looking for?"
You know that funny feeling you get in the back of your head when you hear a voice you recognize and don't know from where?
I suddenly had that feeling. Turning around real quick I nearly dropped my still empty bag when I saw
MARCI!!!!!!
Yes, the arrogant, full-of-herself, designer label wearing barefoot bitch from the clothing store! Well the designer clothes were gone, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a rainbow and the store's name on it. Her formerly moussed and styled hair was tied back in a ponytail and she instead of heavy makeup she wore only a touch of eyeshadow. Almost involuntarily I looked down. . .you guessed it she was still minus shoes. I asked "Hey didn't you used to be at . . ." and she cut me off in mid-syllable and said "I quit there. So do you want anything or not?" Same old Marci, polite and caring.
I said I could get my own taffy and she walked away. As she did I glanced down and saw her formerly immaculately clean soles were, to put it mildly, filthy. Apparently she had walked over some dropped chocolate candies, spilled powedered sugar and less than perfect jawbreakers and they had . . .er . . .left their mark.
Well I grabbed about a pound of taffy in all different flavors plus three boxes of official Harry Potter Jellybeans (try the black pepper jellybean, it packs a real kick!).
At the counter I had to wait my turn because Marci-poo was dealing with some child of about 8 or so who could not decide what flavor all day lollipop to get. Oh you cannot know how much fun it was to watch her slowly burning up as this kid changed his mind over and over again. As I waited I peeked behind the counter and there, in a remote corner, was a pair of shoes that I guessed belonged to Marci. That answered the question of "Does she even own any?"
I walked out of there feeling pretty good. She didn't say "Thank you" or "come again" but I know I will. I guess it is her sunny disposition.