Before I launch into the other night at work, let me tell you about the little get-together I wrote about earlier. I couldn’t tell you a story longer than two sentences and it make sense so I’ll give you a run-down of the things I remember:

1. Buying marshmallows at the gas station down the street.
2. Walking the entire way with Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
3. Coming back to the party with pizza-flavored Combos.
4. Seeing a full bag of pizza-flavored Combos when I woke up.
5. A fireball. Literally.

Next time I write there’s a party, I expect you guys to come.

Now, on to the other night. I was walking by this jackass of a father who, with his kids mind you, said to me:

“Hey, you look like a girl in that little kimono you’re wearing.”

Some backstory: We have to wear these coats at work that look like kimonos. End of story.

So I stop, am already pissed because I just got shafted on a tip and said:

Me: “At least I need this kimono to look like a woman.”
Him: “Excuse me?”
Me: “I said…”
Him: “I heard you. How dare you! I’m telling your manager.”
Me: “Have fun.”

Long story short, the father didn’t have the balls to tell the manager and instead just gave me a dirty look the entire night. One of the kids even stuck his tongue out at me. To this, I said:

“Didn’t your father ever tell you to treat a lady with respect?”

This infuriated the father. Serves him right. Screw him.

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