Kind of like, if I want to get rid of one evil, I have to replace it with another. Which could potentially be a very political statement. But it's not.
Anyway.
I'm driving home and there's this fucking cacophony in my head, right, and my work shoes pinch so I switched to the flip-flops I carry in my purse (along with the novel I'm reading at the time. Those two things are the only things I carry a purse for) and just as I'm reaching the light, my flip-flop gets tangled in my toes. (And you SO know how that happens, don't front.) Which is awful because the tangled foot is the one I need to brake, and I can't use it to brake because IT'S TANGLED IN MY SHOE. And there's a good five seconds of my life in which I'm so sure I'm gonna speed through this light and get T-boned by an Optimus-Prime-esque semi and die, but I just mashed my foot down, tangled as it is, thinking a broken foot is better than a dead Anila. But instead my mess of toes and foot and shoe just clamp down on the brake and I just hold it there until the light turns green and I can fix myself.
2 comments:
youre cute. =]
Honestly, I could not do your job. That small talk stuff annoys the crap out of me. I can't even make small talk with my bank tellers - they're lovely women, always friendly, call me silly things like hun and sweetie, but gosh. People are too grouchy to try that way. >o
And ahahaha. <3 I will one day hang out with you and hopefully awesome awkward stuff like this happens. :D
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