I blame this recent spout of evil on Halloween. Here is the evil background:
-A girl I work with just got back from Mexico
-She has two kids and a deadbeat husband
-The deadbeat husband has crashed their car twice since I've worked here (almost a year)
-She paid for it both times
-She had to take a second job because the deadbeat's too lazy to keep one
-She has to make sure someone is watching the kids even when the deadbeat's home because, well, he's a deadbeat
-She won't divorce the deabeat because she's Catholic and I guess they don't dig divorce
-Her mom hates him
Anyway, while in Mexico, she had her tarot cards read. The fortune teller lady warned her that what she was seeing wasn't good.
"Bring it."
"Bring it."
The fortune teller lady went on to tell her that her husband was cheating on her. My co-worker rolled her eyes because, really, she could care less. Then the fortune teller lady told her that her husband was going to die soon, but she would be remarried in one year.
I think the fortune teller lady was a bit surpised when my coworker smiled at this.
This news has kind of been our inside joke ever since (which is where the evil comes in).
Her: "My husband crashed the car again today."
Me: "He's not dead yet?"
Me: "He's not dead yet?"
Her: "No, maybe next time."
Her: "I saw to my dream house this weekend. I'm going to have the same company build my house one day."
Me: "Yeah, but you should probably wait until your husband dies and you're remarried."
Her: "That's exactly what my mom says."
Like I said, it's all Halloween's fault.
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To the casual observer you're just callous, but I thnik you're funny.
But this is from the girl who told a customer that if she spent the money she was going to spend on a watch on sponsoring a child, she might feel great about herself but would still have no clue about what time it was
How can anything be so sad and so funny at the same time? What's sad is that your friend is obviously not happy in her relationship. I hope she can find a better way out from under the unhappiness than waiting for him to die.
Andrew
To Love, Honor and Dismay
Yeah, it's all for shits and giggles. But, I think that might be the scary part.
I don't necessarily want him to die, but joking about it is oddly funny. I'm sure she'd be upset about it if it really happened. Kind of. Maybe not.
You think he's going to catch on when he finds the chicken bones under his pillow?
funny
and deeply appropriate for the day of the dead.
in her defense - since she can't get divorced, death is her only way out of this one. or perhaps he could get convicted of a serious crime....
This reminds me of an older woman telling me (when I was younger) that she was a Ms. instead of a Mrs. because her husband had the decency to die soon after their marriage began.
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