By the time I’ve got my hands and fruit washed, my water replenished, my soda open, I’m settled into my break chair and done chatting with the other people on break, there’s no time left.
Katie is here, just punched in. She is bats in the belfry, a few fries short of a happy meal, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!
I know that’s not nice, my mom wasn’t well, either, but this lady’s nuts in a different way. She puts the fear of God in me with all her rants about dog maul lawsuits, homeless camps and pedophiles.
It’s one of those things where you really just have to tune out, but she can make it hard. Especially with talk about pedophiles and their prevalence.
I like to think my kids are as safe as they can possibly be, but you worry, anyway. There’s just no way around it.
Anyway, it’s time to go.