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.â€?
“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.â€? 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!â€? 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!â€?