So, we've all seen the T-Mobile commercial where the guy sitting on the couch moves his hind end just so, and the buttons on the phone in his pocket dial his girlfriend's phone.
Funny stuff. Funnier still when the call comes in to my desk, and its from a back pocket or a backpack or something at my daughter's school. I listened to five minutes of high school life between passing bells today.
I learned that **** and ***** are going out this weekend, and that ***** is mad because she never meant for the two of them to hook up in the first place when she introduced them.
I learned that no fewer than four people failed to do their homework for the class that was about to start, and that one female actually did her homework, but, "Ohmigawd it was SOOOO hard and it was almost impossible to get it done and still have time to finish uploading all the new iTunes before the prices go up," and then ***** called her and she so f***ing couldn't believe it because she's been wanting him to call for f***ing EV-ERRRRRRR.
And I learned that my daughter cracks good jokes.
All this was very intriguing, but sort of a strange way to peer into another's life as well.
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