Usual night at work. Last customers are gone, conversations normally confined to the back room have moved out front as we finish up. The assistant manager's boyfriend - evidently - is hanging out, and the two of them are showing off for each other a bit. A bit of razzing on the part of the AM, about how I'm not going to go drink and I'm no fun; then the boyfriend joins in.
"I'm going to go drink Jesus' blood. I already ate a whole loaf of His body."
...Oh, if only he would.
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2 comments:
Um, yes, well.
Where are you now, l.s.? Did you move?
Not yet - Tuesday. I'll let you know how things go. When is ECE getting a new phone, I'm guessing he lost his?
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