Chapter 3 “I’m telling you Mom. I have a job. I’m meeting with one of my co-workers on Thursday so I can go over all the rules and sign some papers. I start Monday.” “I just don’t think it’s possible to get a job in 2 1/2 hours, when you didn’t even want one in the first place.” My mom is a bit wacko when it comes to how long things take. When she was 15, she dated this guy who was obsessed with breaking a world record and it had to be something including time. She wanted to impress him, and she was a junior assistant at the public library. So she memorized every record there was in 48 hours. (Did I mention she was practically a super-genius??) As she left the library to show-off what she knew, she saw her ‘boyfriend’ cuddled with her best friend. “I hope you both spontaneously combust!” she screamed at them. The two looked at her like she was crazy. Through her tears she said very slowly, pausing after each word, “That-means-I–hope-you-explode-randomly-from-the-inside!” 2007-10-12T00:58:00Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/10906 <p> LMAOLMAOLMAOLMAO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /> U GOT THT FROM NATE &#8217;S STORY HAHHAHAHH =]</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10906?basename=17085 2007-10-12T00:58:00Z One Time, One Chance http://ficlets.com/authors/one_chance