What you all don't know about the Tummy Toucher is that she knows where I live.
Yeah, I know.
When I first started working at The University, before I knew she was a certified N-U-T-B-A-R, I invited her over because I was desparately looking for someone to practice massage on.
With that preface, this was my final conversation with her:
TT: Oh, I'm just going to miss you soooooo much (leaning in for a hug).
Me: Blank stare.
TT: I just love talking to you.
Me: Blank stare.
TT: Yeah, you've always been such a good friend to me (leaning in for hug numero dos).
Me: Blank stare.
TT: So, I know you're not going to be at work anymore, but maybe I'll stop by your apartment some time.
Me: Blank stare.
TT: Yeah, and maybe I can get another massage!
Me: WHOOOAAAA. Did you just say you're going to stop by my apartment??
TT: Yeah, remember, I've already been there once.
Me: Um, yeah, we're moving.
TT: What? Where are you moving?
Me: Um, I don't know yet. We've got 2-3 places we're still looking at.
Again, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for lying.
But if I never have to see the Tummy Toucher again, it might be worth it.
1 comment:
Love it! Some lies are well worth it!
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