Hello. So far my weekend has consisted of being harrassed by a real meanie with a British accent (he got escorted out of the store by our security guard), picking up two tons of dirty linens with a stranger who drives a sweet Lexus, and packing up mountains of grapes and strawberries and pineapple and cheese. I’m going to have to end this post now because I really need to get back to doing nothing. And get paid for it. Ta-ta.
The bratty brit who threw a fit and other adventures July 26, 2008