Today I wore a favorite shirt and some favorite pants to work. Towards the end of the day I discovered that I had someone else's chewing gum on the back of my backpack, on my purse, on the back of my favorite shirt and my favorite pants.
Gross. Way gross.
They are all sitting in the freezer where I hope the gum will harden and crack and be easy to get off of everything.
The weird thing is I can't remember it happening. I can't remember a moment in which I said to myself, "Shit. I just got gum all over myself."
1 comment:
Wow, you win. I got gum just on my favorite flip-flips on Tuesday and just about had a stroke. Singapore is cool.
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