My shift began normally. Right on par, pun intended, with most days and the way they begin while working with Kristina or Tina or Kris or whatever the hell she wants to be called that particular week. It all started with an off-the-wall comment targeted at my ears early in the morning. It was the kind of comment that no one would be able to follow and when a puzzled look arrived upon my face, I was chastised for my inability to follow such tangled thought. The exchange went a little something like this:
me; "hi kristina"
her; "justin says 'hi'"
me; "who?"
her; "justin. . . justin gulley!"
side note: justin gulley graduated high school with me. he was promptly shipped to Germany to fight for our country and has just recently returned. I hardly knew him then and we have only grown apart over the years. Needless to say, I have no idea what the FUCK she is getting at.
me; "oh cool, justin is home? how do you know him?"
her; "he is my boyfriend"
me; "oh, thats neat"
her; "anyway, he told me to say hi. but he is going to be here soon, so you can see him yourself"
So Justin finally shows up and I say hello. We exchange pleasantries and become reacquainted. I ask him how long he and kristina have been dating. To which he replies, "We aren't really dating." I wouldn't want to put a label on that relationship either.
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