Customer: [to his friend] “… so I went home with some guy and spent the night at his place, and the next morning I threw up, and then I had to go to Nordstrom to buy a suit. It was the worst birthday ever.”
I wanted to ask if he threw up because he was hungover, or because the guy he woke up next to turned out to be a hideous miscalculation in the daylight, but I didn’t want to come across as meddlesome. I also couldn’t stop thinking, “HE BOUGHT HIMSELF A BIRTHDAY SUIT,” and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak without giggling uncontrollably, which wouldn’t have helped much in the “I swear I’m not a douche-fountain” department.
So instead I just pointedly ignored the both of them until they got self-conscious and left. It was really the only Christlike option available.
YOU? CHRISTLIKE?
oh, in that sense that you suffer and take on the suffering of others for now reason, except perhaps mild megalomania?
We need the wood marjorie 😉
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