Today wasn’t very exciting, except a vac truck driver brought me pizza and a kilogram of Sierra Mountain Trail Mix.
His 49-yr-old buddy Greg a.k.a. Patrick Swayze thinks he’s such a sweet talker. He gave me a shabby, dirty little stuffed penguin as a gift and always refers to me as “brown eyes”. He got my number by mistake (?) from another medic and texts like a 14 year old boy.
I rest my case.
Me: “Why’s Greg sleeping in your truck?”
Vac Hauler: “He’s had a long day.”
Me: “Or maybe he’s just old.”
Greg: “MY YOUTH MIGHT BE GONE BUT MY HEARING AIN’T!”
Me: “And he’s senile too.”
Vac Hauler: “That’s the way it goes.”
What is up with his text speech? I asked him about it and he tried to tell me he has to text like that or he can’t get all his thoughts out without forgetting what he was going to say…insert Alzheimer’s comment here…