I think I must be cursed or something. My friend Jim and I and another friend were making a cozy little T-Day dinner for 3 when Jim's phone rang. It was the Bates Motel - Nooooooooooooooo. But yes. I don't even know how they tracked me down, but they did. Carmen was really, really, really sick and needed me to come in so she could go to the hospital. Well, what could I do? I knew that Carmen must be feeling really bad if she had her husband call and ask me to come in Thanksgiving. Carmen never complains about her health. She's a trooper.
I, however, am not a trooper. I got called away before the food was finished cooking, so I never got a chance to eat - anything. I've been here since 3pm and have to stay until 10:00pm and I'm starving. I just rented a room to a Navajo lady in exchange for a necklace. This place does not exactly get over run with guests on Thanksgiving, so what the hey?
And I'll probably work here again tomorrow from 8am to 10pm. I'll NEVER get a chance to eat even a bite of that turkey that I just so happened to pay for.
Wah, wah, wah. Poor me.
