WHY AM I A MORON
i am locked inside the freaking peer court building (where i work). tony is in freaking new york. i am trapped. the alarm was just ringing for about 35 minutes directly into my right eardrum, a little less so in my left but NONETHELESS. WHY AM I A MORON.
tony (nicest man on planet) has called another co-worker, who can't come here for another hour, minimum. but he's coming. at least i think.
oh and my cell phone isn't working. that's real neat.
WHY AM I A MORON.
tony (nicest man on planet) has called another co-worker, who can't come here for another hour, minimum. but he's coming. at least i think.
oh and my cell phone isn't working. that's real neat.
WHY AM I A MORON.
posted by jasembera at
6:45 PM
3 Comments:
Jen,
You need help? I can go bust a door down, or drive a car through a wall....lemme know.
T.
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Ty, at 8:27 PM
I've locked myself out of places many times, but I guess I would feel claustrophobic and freak out a bit if it was the other way around. I hope you didn't have to wait much for your rescuer. Have a great time in San Diego.
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Anonymous, at 10:27 PM
I agree with Beth...this is such an "us" thing to do.
I also agree with Diane in laughing my ass off at you. Bravo Young One, Bravo
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Slambera, at 8:31 PM
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