Story Telling.

Its been awhile. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

I had four days off and did nothing. It was fantastic. I was going to go somewhere in Europe, or even in Scotland but instead I went to an art gallery and watched a movie. What a slacker. Next time I have some time off like that though I really do need to utilize it more wisely.

So let me tell you about a friend of mine. Her name is Sarah, I work with her, she is incredible. Now before I continue with story time I have to mention that I have permission to be writing about all this from her. Anyways Sarah, where to start? Super cool person, one of the few actual Scottish people I work with at Starbucks. Apart from being awesome, Sarah has quite a few amazing stories that she likes to share with me at work. There are so many I'll just mention a few. Maybe I'll start with her recent event she told me she was attending called "Fur Burger" for Lesbians to mingle on valentines day. Or maybe I'll tell you about the time she went to London to go to a fetish club and witnessed people peeing on each other in a kids paddling pool. Maybe about how she got her front teeth broken in half by going over the handle bars of her bicycle while riding intoxicated, and then chose to make an art piece out of the teeth afterwards. This story had a moral however because here in Scotland you can get charged with the same DUI as driving a car if caught riding a bike while intoxicated- sure her can pee and poo and puke and drink wherever you like here, but even think about peddling your steaming butt home and you're in the slammer.

Anyways I think I'll share one of my favorite stories that Sarah has told me. It's actually about a friend of hers. This friend was working at a super market and was approached by a little person to assist him in retrieving a loaf of bread from a top shelf. Now you would think that this was a pretty straight forward request simply requiring the person to get the loaf of bread and hand it to the man, however Sarah's friend chose to pick the little person up so that he could retrieve the loaf of bread himself, and then placed him back on the ground. The only reason he found this may not have been the best option was because his manager was watching the whole time and nearly blew a fuse when saw what happened. This could be the greatest story I've ever heard.

There are just so many fantastic things I could go on forever, alas I will save more stories for another day.

So said date I spoke of earlier- went on two with this Irish guy. However I won't be going on anymore. He is a super nice guy- decent conversation, however he is the same height as me- possibly an inch or two shorter, and has the same sized hands as a 9 year old. When I saw that it I knew it really just couldn't ever work- like a carney; may have even smelt of cabbage.

Messages to pass on:
*Emily is coming to visit for a few days next week!!!!!!!
*Freya some of your facebook stuff is really starting to look like you're one of "those" mom's- just letting you know cause I care
*the weather has been quite nice here lately, super lucky.
*when I walked to work today I saw a huge empty bag of popcorn on the ground, five steps later I saw a huge pile of popcorn barf.