I’ve been getting some extra hours in work. It’s great; more money means I can stock up on Aldi brand beans and live the good life. I was at the desk, where I usually find myself at the weekend, when an old nun approached me.
Sister Pleasant: “Oh, a man. A girl is usually here and she serves me.”
Me: “Would you like me to get a lady for you?”
Sister Pleasant: “Em, no. I suppose you’ll do.”
Me: “I can put on a high pitched voice to make it feel like you’re being served by a long haired woman.”
Sister Pleasant: “I’ll come back again. Goodbye.”
She wanders off on me before I can assist her.
Jaysus, that’s the first time a nun didn’t want to be served by me. If the day wasn’t dull enough my friend went a got himself electrocuted while climbing about in work. Who does that? He got a trip to the hospital, had four burly paramedics put there hands on him, and got leave work early. What an attention seeker. I’m really glad he was OK and wasn’t hurt that bad. If I were to lose him I don’t what I would do. I’d probably find a new friend to replace him, but I’d mourn for a bit while I was looking for one. I should really start letting him know how much I care about him while he is still around. Ugh! Feelings! # BaldManProblems