I've just witnessed two band geeks making out.
It seems that since I am not getting any action of my own, aside from phone action, I must be taunted by a teenaged make-out session. It was all I could do to not yell, "get a room!" I'm much more mature than that.
I did almost deck one of them for calling me Ma'am. The first time it was okay, I almost corrected him, but what do you say. "Please call me Miss?"
How pathetic does that sound?
The second and third time I had to clench my teeth tightly to keep from yelling out, "I'm only twenty-seven g'damnit!"
I've been holding back a lot today!
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