When Ruth, the Minnesotan woman in her late 60s walked behind the front desk to pick up her cash drawer, as she does every morning, she said, "Yayyy! There's a bank in here!"
I thought a second, then said, "Hell yeeeah!"
It's my last morning. I can say the word "hell" to Ruth if I want.
(She replied with a light laugh and, "I was having nightmares this morning that it wouldn't be there.")
("And that Liz Taylor had no eyelids and was chasing me.")*
*JK guys, jk.
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