One of my favorite stories is as follows. Keith and I were 'working' at Newfield one glorious day. Stamford legend Jerry Pia walks in, wearing his motorcycle gear and holding my side view mirror. He goes, "Uh, who's Sentra is out there, someone in here? I hit it with my motorcycle. By accident." My car was the only one within a 5 space radius. He left it on the counter with his phone number and said he'd talk to my mother, since Jerry Pia knows everyone. Keith was all, "Say bro!" about it for about an hour afterwards.
HAHAHA say bro you aight??
ReplyDeleteThat creeper used to call for Nick all the time and hit on me. I told Nick to give him the office number so he'd stop harassing me, but nooooo! Big pervo!
ReplyDeleteKel, can we get a list of people that hit on you? I'm betting it's pretty long
ReplyDeletecreeper is the perfect word for him.
ReplyDeleteMel, didn't some guy ask you out once? I think it was when I was working too. I still think you should have gone out with the poor guy
ReplyDeletewell, if I remember correctly, you and I were dating at the time so I probably thought it wasn't appropriate. or I just waited until you went home and then made out with him.
ReplyDeleteso that's why you smelled like Old Spice!
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