4/2/03 Plus
Pam left this message on the answering machine:
Hey Greg I read your message saying you want to trade in that butterfly knife you got in Tijuana about ten years ago. That (couldn't understand this part but I think she said, "shit") has sentimental value. We got that together.
Considering the fact that I just got through telling some of my coworkers what a bad-ass my sister is, it would seem the butterfly knife is now off the market. For my own personal safety, I do whatever she tells me to do. I guess if you're looking for a butterfly knife you're going to have to go to Tijuana and get your own.
Then there's Kim. She wrote an email that said she thinks her friend Judi is the convenience store lady (she's everywhere).
I know Judi. I've worked with Judi. Judi does not want to eat me.
However, the convenience store lady does. I saw her again today when I bought gas. I could have sworn she had a hint of drool running out of the corner of her mouth.
And Michelle may be coming for a visit. She's going to try to get me out of bed in the morning, on a weekend, and run around the block. If this occurs, she may turn-up missing. It might be a good idea to give her an extra big hug before she leaves for the weekend. It may be the last time you see her.