Dammit dammit dammit!
I just realized that the damn food-stealer (see previous post) could possibly become the damn beer-stealer after tomorrow evening.
See, we work across the street from a mixed-use center. You know, you can live, dine and shop there type place.
This mixed-use place has free music on Friday nights, coolers welcome. This is great, because I can go buy my glorious imported Belgian ale [it’s called Lambic. try some.] and drink it on the lawn instead of paying five bucks for a cup of warm Bud Light or something [nothing against all domestics, but there is some NASTY shit out there].
Today, I made a major mistake: I told the damn food-stealer about this glorious beverage and that I was probably going to get a couple of bottles to bring to the music thing.
I can see it now:
“Hi Freshcracker. Ooooh that looks good! Can I have a sip?” OR “What are you drinkeeeen?” (Yes, she says her gerunds like Kelly Kapowski)
GULP GULP GULP.
I think, starting early early tomorrow morning, I’m going to have the beginnings of a pretend cold. One with a fake very sore throat included. My feigned symptoms will probably reach their not-for-real peak between 6pm and 7pm, which is prime time for the damn food-stealer to start her mooching.