The nubbin was removed this morning. It was much more than just a surface blemish. It had roots, deep roots. Currently it looks like I was shot with a small caliber bullet. In fact, I think that's what I'm going to tell people. I have a co-worker who seems to think that wearing clothing that reveals her various cuts, burns and bruises is not only appropriate but lucrative. People see her all tore up and just hand over their money. It's crazy. She makes up bullshit ways that she sustained said injuries and I guess people feel bad so they buy more stuff. What's worse is that all day we have to listen to the various stories she makes up all day long when we know her drunk ass fell down. So tomorrow when I go to work, I go sleeveless and I go with an open imagination. Perhaps I was shot while shielding a child from passing gang violence. Maybe I was stabbed while breaking up an armed robbery at a local convenience store. I'm open to suggestions if you have them. I'll let you know how the day goes.
If you do a fast racial profiling of your client of the minute, and tell them you took a bullet for (insert appropriate nationality here) child and saved their life! OR you can be totally nuts and say somethingg hysterical like your little punk ass cousin "Ralphie, shot you with his red rider b.b.gun"...see if anyone gets the joke.. lol
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