18 Sep

The following is an excerpt from a Google chat conversation with a friend of mine, whose identity I must protect so said friend isn’t “outed” for Google chatting during what may or may not have been work hours.

me:  so, you know how i live in freakin’ BFE
me:  well, i woke up today to no…..water.  the well is broken.
friend:  wtf?
me:  i know, right?
friend:  you live in a dark hole.
me:  who has well water anyway?  i guess i live in “little house on the prairie days” – just call me laura ingalls.
friend:  my grandparents still have well water.
me:  i mean, this is not me.  i do not belong in a town that has wells.  or livestock.
me:  a real live rooster crows at me in the morning.  he lives next door at our neighbors.  and by “next door” i mean across the field.
me:  you know why this has happened, right?
friend:  why?
me:  my rant about williams brice stadium.  that’s karma.

2 Responses to “Karma”

  1. Meigs September 18, 2008 at 2:00 pm #

    You left out my favorite part… Your awesome friend also said: “the well is dry, such as life, such as life”

  2. Mandi September 18, 2008 at 3:31 pm #

    “Friend” did say that, didn’t they! I don’t have chat history (hello, dangerous), so I pretty much had to go off of memory. Maybe “friend” will forgive my mistake…

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