You know I do...

Just returned from my cousin's wedding where, once again, I was dragged into providing the musical entertainment with only a half days notice. Not to worry, I pulled out my trusty Ella and Frank standards and lulled the happy couple in silvery tones. That is, until my sister joined me and we livened things up with some Wedding Singer classics from the 80's interspersed with random improv happy hands sign language and interpretive dance interludes. It worked with the black and hot pink theme of the wedding (which we were all dressed in). Leave it to my cousin "E" to keep things interesting. So, earlier today I got in a fight with the sales guy at some crappy clothing store. I needed a hot pink skirt at the last minute and my mom and I went to some ghetto place near by because I knew they would have something and I didn't want to bother with going far or spending a bunch of money. Hmmm...now I know why I don't shop there. The sales guy was giving me such attitude the entire time and for no reason. It all culminated when I purchased a hair accessory and there was a big nasty black curly hair in it. I pulled it out right in front of him with a disgusted look on my face and told him he could keep that and laid it on the counter. He just threw me the 'evil eye' and I rolled mine. As I was walking out I turned to my mom and said "He must really hate his job". I was almost to the car when he came running out yelling at me saying "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" and calling me on. So I told him he must really hate his job and that he was very rude and I didn't appreciate his attitude. This went back and forth for a while until I finally turned and walked away. He just kept on yelling and stared at us as we were driving away. My mom and I were laughing hysterically and as we passed him we both winked and blew him a kiss. And that was that. All I know is that I'll sleep fine tonight knowing I will never have to step foot in GenX Clothing again. Goodnight and Peace. ~Rochie