I need to remember not to look at work email after hours. BECAUSE OF THE RAGE.
I'm pretty sure I once walked out of a restaurant with a glass in my hand. It might have had something alcoholic in it.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I need to remember not to look at work email after hours. BECAUSE OF THE RAGE.
I'm pretty sure I once walked out of a restaurant with a glass in my hand. It might have had something alcoholic in it.
A kid who did that won $100,000 on AFV this year. (In our family, we sometimes say, "But Mom, I'm your son.") [link]
My phone screen for the new job went well - I'm talking to the hiring manager next week about a possible interview.
Jilli,
good luck!
That poor kid! PLEEEAZZZE I'm glad he got money in compensation for being mocked for his guilt meltdown. He will never steal anything ever.
Once, on the way back to my place from the college cafeteria with my then-boyfriend, he pulled two full sets of flatware from his jacket and presented them to me. I was flustered, but, you know, I did need flatware. I rationalized it as a small rebate on my tuition.
I recall a dinner at a barbecue joint with a number of NY Buffistas, at which one or more of their sauce bottles departed the restaurant in the possession of a Buffista. (This is not the only time that an evening with Buffistas introduced me to exciting new crime.)
billytea, remember that we need the definition of 'over-servicing', preferentially one that's SFW.
I can't remember stealing anything deliberately from a restaurant. However, if you hand me a pen to sign something, I'll automatically try to put it in my purse because apparently my lizard brain is convinced ALL YOUR PENS BELONG TO US.
Hostages, the new Alexis Bledel show, and SVU are all shooting within a five block radius of my home tonight.
Hostages, the new Alexis Bledel show, and SVU are all shooting within a five block radius of my home tonight.
What a perfect cover for a crime.
"Officer! I just saw someone acting suspicious!"
"It was probably an actor practicing."
When I was 8 and living in Hilo, Hawaii, my best friend (and troublemaker) was a few years older. We went to the JC Penney across the street from our cabaƱas and "tried on" bras. And then Helene talked me into leaving the store wearing 7 or 8 of the bras under my t-shirt.
I was caught. And taken into security. And police people yelled at me. I gave all the bras back, and they were likely soaking in tears.
Helene had already skipped home, no contraband lingerie on her person.
I haven't stolen a damned thing since.