My job is growing even more dull as time wears on. I have run out of things to do, and with my last day in one week and my boss out of town, I definitely care a lot less about doing a good job. (Although I still do.) In order to cope with the boredom though, today, I threw a paper airplane from my second story booth to the my campadre on the first floor. This was the plane before I made the throw. ^
My compadre, who works at the mall more than anyone, managed to not catch the plane and it went underneath the only car in the entire building: a Lexus that everyone and their mother wants to win.
This is my campadre. The picture on the left was prefaced with "I bet I will look really thin from this angle." The one on the right was, "wait, I don't want to look gay."
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