A wonderful tale
Fast forward to four, nay, five years later. Today while going to Columbia, we stopped at the post office and I stayed in the car while my mom mailed stuff. This guy on a cell phone is walking down the sidewalk I'm parked at. We held confused eye contact for a few seconds, oddly familiar with eachother. He passes, mom comes back and I realize... IT'S THAT KID. He's now even older and grosser looking and has a sad, nasty mustache. Pants falling past his ass, same eminem cut. I realize then that I missed a golden oppurtunity for revenge and sadly, we continue on our way. But 'our way' was the direction he was walking. And near the stop light just up the street... sitting on a bench, talking on the phone.... was that kid.
I stopped, excited by the new development. I take a deep breath, and finally... I BANG ON THE CAR WINDOWS AND GO RAAAAARRRGH! He is confused, but then something clicks. His expression changes to a knowing one, and he laughs. We continue on our way. VENGEANCE: IT IS GLORIOUS.
Then we went to a skating rink and I learned how to skate, kind of, and it was awesome and fun and I hurt my butt and wrist. THEN we watched the Destruction Junction Derby Dames, the kickass roller derby girls my mom wants to join, and I met little_zooks and she likes lolita and BJDs and is ten kinds of awesome and nice and pretty and AWESOME. I am totally an aspiring derby girl, three more yeaaars! This was totally SUPER FAN and a bigger deal than the revenge story, but I just had to over-dramatize that because it rocked.
THEN we stopped at the the 24-hour grocery store and got wasabi peas. And discovered they were out of soy ice cream. Then we went to Walmart to get soy ice cream, and discovered they were out of vanilla. So we got chocolate So Delicious and it is as the title says, the end.
And everyone at guessmyheritage is getting me wrong. Nice.