Tue
Jun
30
I’m never going to bitch about Gail not staying at the front desk again. Just a minute ago she returned from her laundry hiatus and started talking to me. She talked to me about her cows and her goldfish pond. Let me repeat that…we talked about cows and her fucking goldfish pond. I can’t imagine two more boring topics. Gail just disappeared again to do towels and I really hope she doesn’t come back for the rest of my shift. What’s there left to talk about? Goats and newts? Yikes.
Dude, let’s be honest. If Gail was a 22-year old babe with a hot body and a nice smile, you would be delighted to discuss cows and goldfish with her. Heck, you would probably be googling for all the info you could unearth about what chemicals to pour into a goldfish pond, what supplements to add to the goldfish food, the best ways to recycle cow shit, etc. Admit it, man.
