*weeps*
Work was ridiculously slow today, and I was tired from a long weekend and also pretty much over the customers, in general, so I skipped out a little early.
About 30 minutes after I left -- which was still a good 20 minutes before I was actually scheduled off -- I got a phone call from one of my co-workers. When I picked up, she said "oh, hey, guess who was just in here."
Evidently, the answer to that question was GERARD MOTHERFUCKING WAY.
She said he had four or five guys with him, so the whole damn band might've been there. She's not sure what the band looks like, aside from him. Either way, Gerard was in my coffee shop.
Here's the lametastic part: when he was standing in my coffee shop, I was sitting at home looking at pictures of him on the internet.
OMG HOW IS THIS MY LIFE.
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xylodemon) wrote,
crushed
