Showing posts with label vicarious embarassment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vicarious embarassment. Show all posts
"Excuse me? Are you the person to talk to about...(akward pregnant pause) taking furniture to the...(another akward pregnant pause)... checkout and then out to the parking lot?" Good thing I have a pretty brain, just not a functioning one.
Labels: rambling thoughts, vicarious embarassment
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