Anyway, we get a call from one of Girl's bosses tonight, and they tell her the regional manager is coming in to discuss the situation with her and will probably want her to file a police report.

We finally pay the check and leave.

Girl eventually shows up with $40. I find out she stopped off at her store to tell her boss her suspicions. That whole thing with Warren Sapp and the switched locks she thought was a joke seems to be making more and more sense. I also found out she had to cancel all the cards on our account through that bank because they can't figure out which one is missing. So now none of our cards from there work, excapt the temp ATM ones they gave her.

And there I am, just sitting there, smoking and waiting for Girl for like a half hour.

So Girl leaves for the bank and I have to sit there so they don't think we're trying to rip them off.

We explain the situation to the waitress and she seems simpathetic, but she's probably thinking, "Why the fuck do I get all the deadbeats?"

She keeps looking through her purse, but the goddam check card is nowhere to be found.

Girl opens her wallet and discovers the fucking check card, our only means of payment, is missing. And mine's sitting on the table at home due to a recent online purchase.

We have a lovely dinner at Olive Garden. Girl has lasagna and I have the veal. Yes, veal. I realise it comes from baby cows that grow up in tiny boxes and are force-fed until the time for slaughter. I don't care, it fucking tastes good, and that makes all the inhumane treatment worth it. During our dinner conversation, Girl tells me about a weird incident at work. She went to open her locker at work, and it wouldn't open. At some point the guy she told me about before, the one that looks like Warren Sapp, comes into the locker room and says "What you can't get it open." This guy's never said two words to her before, and how the fuck does he know about her locker? She eventually called in one of the managers

and he figured out the locks had been switched somehow. Girl thinks it's some sort of practicle joke.

After sleeping all day, we decide to go to the mall. I have to go anyway, since when I went there the first time and bought Max Payne preowned, they forgot to put the fucking game disk in there. So I had to go get it.

Girl had a weird incident at work yesterday. She went to open her locker at work, and it wouldn't open. At some point the guy she told me about before, the one that looks like Warren Sapp, comes into the locker room and says "What you can't get it open." This guy's never said two words to her before, and how the fuck does he know about her locker? She eventually called in one of the managers

and he figured out the locks had been switched somehow. Girl thinks it's some sort of practicle joke.

Someone got ahold of one of Girl's bosses' credit cards and proceeded to run it up. Oddly enough, an employee at one of the places he went to said that the guy bore a striking resemblence to Warren Sapp. Girl thinks it's suspicious that some guy that looks a LOT like Warren Sapp just happened to begin working there a couple days ago.

Girl tells me one day about how there's this guy that just hired on who looks almost exactly like Warren Sapp of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Of course she notices this, because she loves football, and think's Warren Sapp is funny in interviews and stuff.

Wooderson

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