Quote Originally Posted by rebgirl420
Hahahahahah



Did you burn it?
Ha ha! I just remember my coworker standing there holding the scratcher with just the her one finger and her thumb like she didn't even want to touch it. I think she either tossed it out or gave it to the receptionist to keep.

That receptioist was a constant source of amusement. We had a roach coach truck that would come by and sell food in the industrial park, and every day she would go out and get a pack of Ho Hos. She said, "I'd do anything for a Ho Ho. I guess I'm sort of a Ho Ho Ho."

Every Friday at about 4pm the boss would send someone to the store with $100 cash to pick up beers, sodas, and snacks, and we'd spend the last hour of the week eating and drinking and goofing off. He sent me to the store with this receptionist one time, and while we were at the store she picked up a home pregnancy test kit. I didn't even ask, but she launched into this whole story about how the cheesy FedEx guy had been flirting with her for the last couple of weeks and she finally gave in to his advances. Maybe he enticed her with a Ho Ho, I don't know. First they tried to do it in the office-supply closet in the reception area, but that was too scetchy, so she had met him around the corner in a parking lot, and they did the deed in the back of the FedEx truck. They didn't use any kind of protection or birth control, so that was why she wanted the test. He's probably the one who gave her the itchy rash too. We started calling him "Mr. Speedy Delivery." Eventually his wife found out and followed him around to every office on his route and warned all the women to keep away from her husband. Someone mentioned it to FeEx, and he got fired that same day.

So after the FedeX guy was out of the picture, she hooked up with a guy who had "5150" tatooed right across his forehead. This guy was covered in prison tats. They moved in together, and a few days later she just didn't come in to work --- never called or anything. Someone in our office started checking around just to see if she was OK and eventually the story came out that the guy had been arrested in some very very serious shit, and the police had advised her that her life was in danger just for being associated with him, and she had better move out and not follow any of her usual patterns, including going to work. So we spent the next week wondering if armed killers were going to come to the office looking for her.

A year or so later, a coworker ran into her at a store. She was unmarried, had one kid, and was pregnant, and she had joined the Jehova's Witness. So I guess everything turned out just great!