Oh so sweet excerpt from an I mail I received today from my dear friend Mark:
"I forgot to tell you this last night. . ..but Anne and I stopped at Wendy's and we were in there and this woman at the counter jus had a pissed off look on her face, namely because the guy in front of us ordered the wrong sandwich and wanted them to fix it. But I ask her if she's alright and she's like, "shoo, a sista's feet are hurtin'" and just busts up laughing. Perhaps the greatest visit to Wendy's ever."
Shoo a sista is laughin.
A said my name is Fawkeisha, and it is my Birthday.
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