The Chris Morgan

so either i can’t get to bed to go to sleep or somehow i get to bed but can’t sleep. ugh. too many short nights and long days. but enough about that. i have two funny stories from the drive thru that happened only this morning.

a guy orders and gets up to the window and i look out to get his money. he’s not wearing pants. he doesn’t look awkward or anything. in fact, he doesn’t seem to notice. you’d think he was wearing slacks or something by the look of his shirt… but i’m pretty sure i saw boxer-briefs. it was disturbing.

two girls pull up in a big truck. they give me their money then continue looking at something weird in their hands. they had several little pieces of cloth and string that they seemed to be examining. eventually one of the girls stretched one out so i could see it and lo and behold ’twas a thong. these girls then both looked over at me and started giggling. no idea why, but apparently them looking at thongs with me standing there was weird for them. yet they kept looking and the longer they looked, the more they pulled out and the more they looked at me and giggled. ugh. being a man is so much more simple. there are about 5 different types of clothing and everything fits in one of those categories or is something really really strange. and we don’t show our underwear and giggle when someone notices what we’re examining.

after typing all this, i have decided that these stories are not nearly as potent as they were this morning. however, i spent the time to write them and i’m not deleting this post. hwoever, i’m very tired, and i’m not going to get much sleep tonight either… or this weekend. i have more work to do. anyway, i’ll get a day off soon. i think i have next sunday off (which will be my first day off since i got back from vacation unless i work magic tomorrow and knock out the entire punch list before i crash).

bed time.

love to all my readers
-chris