The title of this post is dedicated to the margarita that Joshua struggled to finish on our date last night. And, the fact that I couldn't very well name it SHIT STORM.
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At dinner with the boyfriend, I start half brushing/half picking at them. which is gross OK I know--this actually spurred the story I'm about to tell you. Anyways.
It all started with Joshua ordering the "Mexican Disaster". See below. Me, being the ah-mazing girlfriend I am, started asking how his day at work went. You know the usual date type of question. He told me he felt like superman, like "the man"--meaning he had a great day. I would say he can be a little arrogant, butttttt, OK no he can be. That's why I love him and apparently the people love him, too.
Pictured above **the Mexican disaster** which took him like 10 years to finish.
After about half of the "Mexican Disaster" was gone, he remembered. Something about tequila, makes you remember things you are trying to forget? Or is it the other way around...
He remembered the tragic, degrading incident that happened that day at work. And I wish he hadn't told me over dinner. Brace yourselves people. There's really no easy or gentle way to say this...
Apparently, someone shit in a dressing room at work. Like there's no sugar coating it. I can't sensor it because that's what happened. I really can't make this up. And it was too funny/shocking of a story not to tell.
First of all, who the heck HELL does that in a dressing room.... In a PUBLIC PLACE!?!?
*I'm sitting across the table from him, at this point, with my jaw on the floor*
Second of all, if for some reason that does happen to you, do NOT keep shopping and trying things on. I will now forever wash everything I buy before wearing it...just in case.
Like I'm sorry what?
I'm suddenly thankful for all of the crazy people I deal with at work. Because, hey, at least they don't use the bathroom in places other than...the bathroom!
I'm suddenly thankful for all of the crazy people I deal with at work. Because, hey, at least they don't use the bathroom in places other than...the bathroom!
And the kicker is, guess who had to clean it up? Yep, that's right Joshua.
*at this point I'm trying not to throw up--literally gagging*
*at this point I'm trying not to throw up--literally gagging*
...at least I know he will be good with kids?
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With no other way to wrap this up and nothing else to say about the matter (because I'm in still utter shock)
People everywhere, please do not shit in dressing rooms--because I said so oh and because IT'S COMMON SENSE NOT TO. That is all.
Argh! That's horrible! At least with that enormous margarita it was at least possible to be a funny story?!
ReplyDeleteThat is so disgusting but I honestly died laughing at this! Ugh I would've thrown up.
ReplyDeleteDead. That is so gross!
ReplyDeleteUGH people are so disgusting.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh this type of thing happens at my job all the time. People don't want to get up and leave their "lucky" slot machine to go to the bathroom so they do it right there. Security then kicks them out (obviously) and then they come and replace the chair. People really are so crazy, like the bathroom is not that far away!
ReplyDeleteHow did he not tell you about this ASAP?!?!?! That is the craziest thing- ugh! So gross and yeah- I'd be drinking that too if I had to clean up someone else's mess! (Literally!)
ReplyDeleteOh hell no. They couldn't pay me to clean that. That's just wrong on all levels! In other news, y'all were at my all time favorite Mexican place and those margaritas are amazing.
ReplyDeleteOMG that is so gross! I can't even begin to imagine why someone would do that! I feel so bad for your boyfriend for having to clean it up...I don't know if I could have done it!
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