This really just happened at work.
Karen Wants Her Twenty Dollars Back.
Karen got the wrong number and left this message on a receptionist’s phone who works for a large company.
Karen is angry.
I just bit into a banana with a cockroach carcass inside of it. No joke. You may not be able to tell from the shitty iPhone picture, but this guy? This guy right here? Yeah. This guy started her morning by crunching into a banana. That is a hollow shell of a cockroach.
Bananas are forever ruined
When me and Katie were driving back to Colorado, we got off an exit somewhere in the-middle-of-nowhere, Iowa to look for a place to sleep. I had been driving for 10 hours straight and was feeling rather cranky. Because I was tired, pretty much everything Katie said to me was getting on my nerves, but as we were driving up to a hotel, we passed an Olive Garden. She instantly perked up. “Oooh! An Olive Garden!”
"Isn’t that a really nice restaurant?! That’s where all the Hollywood stars go to eat, isn’t it?"
I truly could not even be slightly annoyed at anything in that moment because it was so sweet and adorable and endearing that she would think, even for a second, that the Olive Garden was the restaurant of choice for celebrities. Turns out, she got it confused with “the Ivy” but had heard of the Olive Garden before and somehow associated the two in her kiwi mind.
Gosh I love her.
Every day is summer here, right?