I hadn’t seen you in probably 5 years and was excited to see you. You said swing by your work and we can go out to lunch and catch up on shit. I walked in, didn’t see you and decided to kill some time by browsing the wares. I asked an associate standing there where the belts were at and the girl happily took me over to where they were and presented the area like Vanna White. I thought that was kinda funny.
After about 10 minutes I walked back into Lloyd Center proper and tried texting you to see what’s up. I didn’t get any response. I walked back into the store and right up to the person I had talked to before and asked if you were at work today. That person turned out to be you.
I felt like shit for not recognizing you initially, but in my defense you are now twice the size you used to be. You took offense, even though I mentioned nothing of your weight. It got really awkward and then you started trying to make fun of me because I’m a “skinny bitch”, when in fact I am just normal sized.
I’m sorry you are having issues with your weight, but it’s not my fault. If you don’t like being that heavy then do something about it, rather than just attacking people who aren’t. You won’t return any of my texts so I don’t think this is going to get resolved anytime soon.
I miss the person you used to be…
Been a while since I’ve read any of these that were worth a shit. Good job, anonie.
This one is proof that the cocaine/cigarettes/vodka diet really does work, if you stick with it. She’s a quitter. Move along.
Should’ve been twice as easy to spot.
Why didn’t she indicate who she was when you talked to her the first time?
Also, why don’t you tell her this instead of I,Anon?
How do you not recognize the voice? I call BS.
You sure you weren’t drunk at the time? Because it sounds like you were seeing double.
Strange how she’s didn’t introduce herself or let you know who she was…. I’m not sure about this IA….BS
I had a similar situation with one of my old clowning buddies. It’s amazing what a decade apart, plus all new clown makeup, can do to create an awkward and unpleasant situation. Let’s just say that when I left the big top that day, I was the one who felt like the real bozo.