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The crazies are here already!
Entil'Zha
I see famous people
in Zocalo v2.0
Ok, it's only may, and the crazy people have shown up for the summer.
Woman just comes into the cafe, wanting to fax something. "NO PROBLEM" says I, it's onlya single page, easy..
So i fax it for her, give her back her orignial and the verification report, and she says "Why didn't you fax it" i explain that i did, and she says "But then how can you give me my original back, shouldnt' it have been sent to them"
... Uhhh.. Ummm.. well.... DUH.
>bangs head against desk<
Woman just comes into the cafe, wanting to fax something. "NO PROBLEM" says I, it's onlya single page, easy..
So i fax it for her, give her back her orignial and the verification report, and she says "Why didn't you fax it" i explain that i did, and she says "But then how can you give me my original back, shouldnt' it have been sent to them"
... Uhhh.. Ummm.. well.... DUH.
>bangs head against desk<
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but come on!
lol
Alas, my Kidney Stone is hanging around like an unwanted relative...
I had this lady in the observation stall next to me that just well... how do I put it?
Anyway...
The drugs are good... I hope I give birth soon though.
:p
When I worked as the Managing Editor for my university newspaper, we got a new, 30-something-ish writer who seemed normal enough at the start. But then she started consuming HOURS of our time just talking and talking and talking. Sometimes, she'd ask us if we were going to rape her. Sometimes, she'd tell us we needed a girlfriend that would cook for us. Sometimes, she would stand in the back of our chairs and stare at the female employee we were talking to. Sometimes, she would stare at us from between desks. When I say she was crazy, I mean that literally. Medication was unexpectedly brought up.
You don't know crazy until it takes you a few moments to recover from denying someone the chance to rub against you while dancing. In an office. While you're talking to someone else. You don't know crazy until it follows you or your coworkers around campus. You don't know crazy until you get a text message from a friend telling you that "She's following you." You don't know crazy till the sound of someone's voice makes you genuinely afraid. You don't know crazy until it tries to hug you after making it sign an agreement to never enter the building again except under certain circumstances and only for specific purposes.
I have never seen people smoke so often. I wish I didn't remember.
But no. You had to bring up crazy people.
Somebody say crazy?