Today at work, a celebrity who will remain unnamed came in and ordered an iced coffee from me. I prepared his beverage, then rang him up at the register while he stared at my breasts. He then tipped me fifty-six cents. That's right, fifty-six cents. That's a dime short of being a full house of change, my friends.
Now, normally if a customer were to ogle my chest and then tip me fifty-six cents, I would try to convince myself it was all he could possibly afford to pay for such a view, if only to save the precious little that is left of my self-esteem. Not something that can be done with Mr. Celebrity Pocket Change.
Anyway, point is ... I'm fifty-six cents closer to my boob job!!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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