An 8:45 activity. On a Wednesday. In Brooklyn.
-That’s very late. Is it a trick to get me to stay over?
-I can’t control venue schedules.
(p.s. I think that was boy for maybe.)
So I throw things in my bag for a just-in-case I know will happen. A toothbrush, a clean shirt, the barest makeup essentials. It’s a good thing I have a very large bag.
And I guess I’ll have to buy lunch at work, even though I just went to the grocery store.
How creepy would it be to pack a sandwich?
~beatrix
3 comments:
sandwich! ha aha ah ha.
sandwich would be creepy, particularly if you had to explain it to people and you didn't want to
i have totally had the same thought, re: sandwich. just... don't do it. especially if it's tuna.
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