This morning, upon the arrival of a very 'snooty' co-worker my fellow assistant Kelly was reminded of a story she needed to share with me...
Kel: So you know Jennifer right? (Jennifer is Kelly's Boyfriends Sister. She always has some kind of issue mostly caused by her sucky boyfriend and her being quite blind to how sucky he is, even though everyone in the world seems to be pretty aware of it. Oh and Jennifers not her real name.) Well she goes to the gym with this girl Abby (I don't think this is her real name but I can't be positive because the story was this morning and I can't remember). Abby is one of her close friends who came out to eat with us a few weeks ago for her birthday.
Me: okay
Kel: Well she's weird. She's dating this guy who's basically married or is married and she spends almost everynight crying over him. She's the size of a twig and had the nerve to tell Jennifer 'thank god you're not fat anymore'
Me: wow she doesn't sound like a very good friend (let me just say Jennifer doesn't look like she could ever be remotely fat, chubby maybe, but definately not fat in the 'wow it's a good thing your not fat anymore because I was really starting to get worried about how your knees were handling it or having to see you die from a heartattack in your 20's ' kind of way)
Kel: yeah she sucks but that's not the story. I guess last night when they were at the gym she told Jennifer that she doesn't want to be around us (us being kel, her boyfriend, his mom, their close group of friends) anymore because we look and dress like poor people. Apparently that's why she'll never drink around us, because she doesn't want to drink with 'poor' people.
Me: yeah that's pretty messed up (I mean I know kelly shops at platos-as do I-and who really cares it's not like your clothes have a tag that says 'hi I used to be owned by some high school/college student whose parents bought me for $28 and they were so desperate to buy booze or weed one night they were completely willing to sell me for $3 and now she bought me for $8...no it's just you getting more bang for your buck-needless to say kelly doesn't look like a poor bum, at least not to me)
Kel: I told Jen not to have her around cuz I'll hit her. I mean I woke up this morning and it was still bothering me and things don't bother me like that. Seriously, she's MORMAN aren't mormans supposed to be NICE?!?
Me: ummm...I guess...I mean....wait a minute....Didn't you say she was doing or well dating a married guy?
Kel: yeah, she probably is doing him.
Me: I'm sure. I mean married guys don't usually cheat for good conversation and I'm sure she's not crying because this guy she spends minimal time with is married and going home to his wife-which is to be expected. But really, I'm pretty sure Mormans are wicked against that, considering as far as I know they don't do the whole sex before marriage thing, and I'm pretty sure they don't drink either.
**My conclusion is this girl is obviously not very nice...nor is she very morman.**
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