Draggin’ the Line

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Here's something a little different. Jess and I had a day off from work after conferences (well, technically SHE had a day off because I'm still not working.) Regardless, I had an appointment with my cancer counselor in the afternoon. She's pretty good, and also, her services are provided free by the hospital for cancer patients. "Let's stop for a drink at <coffee shop redacted> on the way," Jess said. So we did, and this transpired: 









Okay, at the time, I was feeling a bit spicy because the kid didn't seem to be the paragon of customer service that I expected from the <name redacted chain> of coffee stands, phone never leaving his line of sight. Because of this, I lied and said I was going to my oncologist, rather than "cancer counselor." Otherwise, it was completely true. What you don't see is Jessica right next to me stifling a laugh.

Ah well. We're not always nice all the time, are we? 





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  1. AnonymousApril 14, 2025 at 12:47 PM

    this was legitimately hilarious. thank you for sharing it.

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