Comments:

Miss Hiss - 2008-09-02 04:53:34
You mean you were in the garden area while Poola was inside emitting mercury gas from the cracks in her amalgam fillings? Love, R xxx
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Rosie - 2008-09-02 05:06:32
That is very strange that May was already leery of that chick. Let us know what the deal is, OK? And of course, I used Josh's debit card, so it does happen... And while I love carne asada, it almost sounds like you had tacos al pastor, which is even yummier IMHO.
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im2qt2kr - 2008-09-02 05:06:59
You were smart not to take the credit card of the man's wife. We had a client who got ripped off by her x-husband who, just before the divorce was final, reported a credit card she hardly used, as stolen, ordered a replacement and ran up a bunch of charges on it.
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Mary - 2008-09-02 05:09:07
Gads, you're reminding me of tax season. Aren't people interesting?
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fightn4life - 2008-09-02 10:21:41
Sounds like you had an interesting day...I agree some people cam be a bit strange. Hum...wonder if I am one of those. :) Husband used my credit card many times when I was working...I had no desire to watch him drool over mans tools at the hard ware store. LOL But you never know. Have a nice day at work today, Sandyz
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Terri T. - 2008-09-02 19:11:05
Sounds like your day went well in spite of working....free Cokes, free food....time went by quickly... All good....
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psis - 2008-09-02 21:55:06
Interesting how people think up all theses schemes to screw the system--you are becoming a pro at catching all these. Lunch sounded great!
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Sis - 2008-09-02 23:14:59
I'm guessing its the coffee that kept you awake, I don't drink coffee after lunch or I wouldn't sleep til at least midnight or later. And who said there's no such thing as a free lunch!!
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