working late.

[kungfufighting]

I have recently taken a late-night closing shift here at the library, meaning that I get to be here all alone apart from the librarian until 9pm on Thursday nights.  It's cool, cause, well, I get left alone.  But it sucks when I get hungry.  So I called Meridan and made him bring me Taco Bell.

Meridan: I forgot to tell them no sour cream with the Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes.

Me:  Okay...

Meridan: It's ok, I ate it all off for you.

Me:  You just ate a big blob of sour cream?

Meridan:  Well, there might have been some potatoes with it.

Me:  It's okay.  I don't mind sour cream that much.  But you know I asked for regular Fiesta Potatoes and not Cheesy ones, right?

Meridan:  I forgot that too.  I just assume nowadays that everything you want is cheesy.

To be fair, it's a valid assumption.  But still.  This is why I try not to send him to pick things up for me.

Then, I asked him if he thought I had ADHD, and he told me no, that I was just a hoarder.  All because I tried to get him to go get a recliner that someone left by the dumpster at the apartment complex yesterday.  It might have been nice!  And ours is broken!  Jeez. 

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[missingkeys.livejournal.com]

lol! We're the same. I remember asking Bill to get me a dreadfully unhealthy milkshake that has a scoop of ice cream in it. You get to choose the flavour. I gave him two options, because they're sometimes out of my favourite, and he came back with a completely different shake that had nothing to do with my options because, 'You like peppermint, right?' Yeeees, but I didn't want you spend $5 on a peppermint milkshake when I wanted chocolate, dude.