A couple of nights ago, I came home after dinner with T and asked B. what he thought about the name of Patricia Hazel for a girl's name. Every now and then, we discuss what we would like to name our kids. Patricia Hazel is my current favorite for girl and John Andrew is his current favorite for a boy.
No worries, people. This is not my way of announcing anything. We just have decided to give it a year to work on saving for a house and getting my health all taken care of and then working on kids.
Although after this story, I may change my mind. I have a friend. She is a lovely, sweet woman who thinks of many before her own needs. She came in to work this morning stating that she hadn't gotten any sleep. I was curious so I asked if she wanted to talk about it. She shook her head no. I then asked which daughter was it about. She just grimaced. She has three kids. One daughter lives at home with her and the other in a house that she owns. They are both about my age. Or as someone put it today, old enough to know better but not enough to care....
Well, she got a phone call from the out of the house daughter, N. at 3 or 4 this morning. N. was quite upset. She had just had her car window stabbed with a sword. Yeah. A sword. Apparently she was dropping a friend off and her two other friends were in the backseat. Well, they got to the address. The friend got out as another guy came out of the house. A whole lot of yelling and cussing insued. Then a whole bunch of strippers came out of the house. Yeah, strippers. And the yelling and cussing went up a couple knouches.
Apparently one of the strippers was more than just a little upset or something because she started attacking N's car. She was throwing all sorts of things at it causing all sorts of dents and scratches.
And then she got a sword and tried to put it through the car window. It was actually thrust hard enough to break the glass and put a hole in the window. N called the police and her mom. Well, then N decided the police, who had decided it was a she said she said situation, weren't doing enough. So she decided to yell at them and accuse them of siding with the strippers.
Woa. And all this time she is on the phone with my friend, JC. With all the commotion, JC's husband wakes up. In his Phillipino accent, he begans saying son of beech, son of beech, that's it. These girls are crazy. We are moving to the mountains. JC is half fussed at N and half trying to calm her husband down. The situation finally calmed down and N didn't get arrested thankfully.
Now, I really feel bad for my friend. She really has a great heart. I know she has been really frustrated dealing with her daughters. But I could NOT stop laughing while she is telling me this. At one point, I told her I just can't shake this vision of a Red Sonja stripper stabbing the car.
And they say library workers have a quiet and dull time... just tell me this when did you go to work and get a sword and stripper story?
Good night and watch out for sword carrying strippers.
No comments:
Post a Comment