Tuesday, February 9, 2010


I forgot my pouch in my car. You know, the "pouch." It's that brown thing (or black if it's friday) we tie around our waist to hide our camel-toe.

Because I was one of the three opening girls on this rainy monday, I was allowed to go back out to my car to get it, as opposed to buying a new one.

After my 5 minute sprint, I came back only slightly damp and out of breath.

"Like, how are you NOT cold? It's freezing in here." Complained the blonde while we sat at jumpstart, pulling her sweater even tighter around her bronzed shoulders.
"I just spent the last five minutes running." I replied, assuming that statement would be enough.
"So." She accused.
"So I was wearing sweats and a sweater. And NOW I'm wearing panty hose and lycra."
"You know, like when you go to the gym and it's cold out, but when you leave it doesn't feel cold anymore..."
"It's like that."
"Wait, running makes you not cold?"
It's good to be back.


Anonymous said...

*sigh* You gotta love how some coworkers live up to the stereotypical image of a hooters girl.

brit said...

Ugh tell me about it. One of them even sounds like "Brittany" from Daria. Best show ever. But yep. Sounds exactly like her.