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You could be loving it too...

It has been pointed out yet again that I fibbed. I mentioned earlier this month in my tribute to you mothers everywhere, that I would be working the drive through at MCDs were it not for mothers.

Ok, I never worked at McDonalds. But my parents think I did. At least they did until my "brother" Robbie told them otherwise.

I was in Florida, they were in CT. I did interview for the job but in some haze of confusion I never actually showed up/was asked to show up for the job. I did however give the obligitory responses to "how is the job"... It just seemed easier at the time. Plus, they were so proud to have a son working the drive-through, the pinacle of power. How could I let them down, plus without working, I had a lot more time for studying.

Ok, before you start more hate mail, I may not have used the extra time for studying. Sheesh.

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Anonymous said…
Studying? That's funny. I didn't think you were actually enrolled at F.I.T.

Oops, was that a secret too?

Noj NOj NOJ

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