Karma Chamelion

I'm sitting here enjoying my greasealicious mooburger from the Eat n' Go (and go and go) with a Pepsi from the company drink machine, contemplating the karma induced wrist slapping received by Thelma, Louise and Bubbles earlier.

I missed the actual drama, I was indisposed in the ladies room when it all went down, but Lulu was kind enough to fill me in with all the details. I had heard them all in there cacklin', hootin' and a' hollerin' earlier, sounding like a bunch of hens on crack and had silently hoped someone would quietly sneak over there and close the door. I was entering the one big weekly order from our one big customer and they were gettin' all up on my nerves.

Apparently after I left my desk, Lulu went in there to make a copy when Thelma and Louise's supervisor barged in and told them they were making too much noise and proceeded to slam their door.

*snort*

Anywho...

Over the past few days I've wanted to share my opinion on the Vick case, but every time I begin to write it I get so angry, foaming at the mouth and end up having to backspace over an assortment of four letter words, some of which I've not uttered since moving from the sailor town I grew up in. So I'll just leave it at that, I think ya'll can sort of figure out what I was going to say.

I'll be back later to let ya'll know if I found a ride home or if I had to hoof it through the woods.