What Kind of Life Has It Been

Nutrition and Wellness did not go well for me people. I am making Lunchbox Cookies with a nice girl, who is tolerant and nice, and another girl. Let's refer to her as Shaniqua. I wiped my nose with my hand in her presence and she shreiked "Oh no you di-i-n't! Boy, that trifilin'." I laughed because she said the word "Trifilin" which I happen to find hilarious. By the way, she looked about black as a sidewalk, but the bitchy self-righteous attitude was all their. You know the one. You're at the store and there is a black lady on the phone, big enormous nails, big product enhanced hair and popping a piece of chewing gum. I for one have no patience for these people. I think they should get off their fat butts and realize that just because the person they are dealing with doesn't look like 50 Cent, that they don't have to deal with them at all. But I digress. We were picking job assignments and I asked to dry dishes. She got all up in my face and said "Boy, who are you to get the first choice for jobs." I held my tongue, but I wouldn't for long.