The New Boredom

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Story Time: In Which One Letter Makes Things Awkward.

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Every afternoon I have to fill out these sales reports that I don’t know anything about and then take them to be handed off to another person that does the same thing over again and then they give it to some one else in the cash management department that makes sure we aren’t stealing a shitload of money or whatever. Anyways, I hand the stuff off to this nice middle aged lady that works upstairs and we never really talk much other than the basic pleasantries and small talk about the weather. The other day she asks about the particularly busy looking day we had based on the reports I was handing in and I say something about how kids these days just use their mommy/daddy’s credit card and don’t know what cash even looks like. She says something along the lines of, “Oh, these city kids.”

And then I meant to say, “Yeah but even the few poor dirt farming country bumpkins that we have as students don’t know what cash looks like.”

But what I said was, “Yeah but even the few poor dirt farming country blumpkins that we have… [pause]… LAUGHTER TO THE POINT I HAVE TO LEAVE THE ROOM

The next day she just asked me about the lousy weather.

I’m still not sure she’s familiar with what blumpkin means.




Written by photokevo

February 25, 2010 at 12:27 am

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  1. What is blumpkin?

    The FonZ

    February 25, 2010 at 12:30 am

    • googles shall reveal the troof.


      February 25, 2010 at 1:20 am

  2. eeeeeew… i bet some of those kids do that though… with daddy’s credit card of course.

    Stephanie Nemazee

    February 25, 2010 at 2:56 am

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