Plagerism?
I just don't feel like writing at the moment. So, I've taken a story from someone else's blog - I have no idea who, find it if you're so interested.
Anyway, Once Upon A Time...
Tonight at work something sorta strange happened. Some woman I don't know walks in and looks at me and starts to cry. This doesn't normally happen so I didn't know what to do. I ask her if I can help her and she tries to talk but she starts really sobbing so she whispers "Can I tell you something" and I say ok. She says, I agreed to give some guy a ride home and now he won't get out of my car, why she pulled over and told me this is beyond me. So I brought her aside and asked her to tell me what is going on, just to make it seem like I cared. She said that she used to know him and that he was drunk in church today and he asked if she would give him a ride somewhere and now he refuses to get out of the car. She said that she had done everything she could think of to get him out of the car but he still refused.
So I said...Look bitch this is your problem so it's time that you leave me alone. Not really but that's what I was thinking. I told her that maybe she should call the police and they would get him out of the car. She thought about it and finally decided to call the police. They show up and try to get the guy out of the car and he puts up a struggle with them. OK...dude is drunk, in a car, wrestling with the cops...for what? I don't know. So they get him out and put him in the back of the patrol car and take him away. I don't know if they arrested him or took him home but the woman is pissed that they took him away and she's all crying and stuff. She turns to me and says...It was your idea to call the cops. WHAT! You stupid bitch, you come into my work crying and asking for help and now your pissed at me. She leaves, I flip her off behind her back and that's it. The End.
Anyway, Once Upon A Time...
Tonight at work something sorta strange happened. Some woman I don't know walks in and looks at me and starts to cry. This doesn't normally happen so I didn't know what to do. I ask her if I can help her and she tries to talk but she starts really sobbing so she whispers "Can I tell you something" and I say ok. She says, I agreed to give some guy a ride home and now he won't get out of my car, why she pulled over and told me this is beyond me. So I brought her aside and asked her to tell me what is going on, just to make it seem like I cared. She said that she used to know him and that he was drunk in church today and he asked if she would give him a ride somewhere and now he refuses to get out of the car. She said that she had done everything she could think of to get him out of the car but he still refused.
So I said...Look bitch this is your problem so it's time that you leave me alone. Not really but that's what I was thinking. I told her that maybe she should call the police and they would get him out of the car. She thought about it and finally decided to call the police. They show up and try to get the guy out of the car and he puts up a struggle with them. OK...dude is drunk, in a car, wrestling with the cops...for what? I don't know. So they get him out and put him in the back of the patrol car and take him away. I don't know if they arrested him or took him home but the woman is pissed that they took him away and she's all crying and stuff. She turns to me and says...It was your idea to call the cops. WHAT! You stupid bitch, you come into my work crying and asking for help and now your pissed at me. She leaves, I flip her off behind her back and that's it. The End.
2 Comments:
so what. last night i had to send a crazy dude to the psych ward, a friend of mine to detox, and tell another to go outside and sleep in the street or i would call the cops on her. working at a homeless shelter is fucking top notch, i swear.
not to mention that my close friend who is sleeping with my roomate who is also my friend and is best friends with a coworker who is my friend went and assaulted my other coworker and if i say anything about anything to anyone i will be 'terminated', and i dont think these people know a god damed thing about cyborgs.
my CPU is stuck in a sick logic loop that can only end in an alcoholic haze. power to the Redstripe my friend. Power to Jamaica.
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