Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Downward SpiralAct 2Scene 1 WorkSo today I get up still upset because I'm having to wear one of my old unsupportive bras to work. I talked to Jess this morning and we still had no leads as to the where abouts of my intimates. Well about noon it struck me that maybe since Paul was with them at dinner last night he might have some info for me. Well I hit the jackpot with Vegas Paul because he had the exact info I needed. He responded in typical incoherent Paul fashion with"O ya there hangn up n Trigger's" translation: Oh Yeah, they are hanging up in Trigger'sI said Bullshit!To which he replied:"Swear. he just calld & told me"Now my co-workers all got a real kick out of this. I however, did not find it the least bit amusing that my private undergarmets were strewn about my local bar. Act 2Scene 2 TriggersI get to the bar, walk in and ask Mr. Files if there was anything at the bar that belonged to me. He got an odd look on his face and said he didn't think so. I questioned him and said that Jim might have left it there. That one was coral, one was torquoise, and the other was white. He got a shocked look on his face, pointed across the bar to the racecar hood on the wall and said "are those yours?" To which I responded yes that they had been stolen out of my yard by Mr. Ferguson the previous evening. I must say they were tastefully displayed with one hanging from each of the corners of the hood. Mr. Files retrieved them for me and I asked if he knew where the white one was. The repsonse I got was priceless, "Last time I saw the white one I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want it back" I asked why and was told that I wouldn't want it back because it was "stretched across the grill of Jim's Truck" At the moment I have nothing further to say. So laugh it up while I think of the sweet revenge that will be dealt. p.s. Pedro...don't think I haven't noticed how quiet you've been about this.
♥Oh, so vintage... 4:21 PM
