May 19, 2015
You spilled avocado all over yourself. It’s there situated on your right boob on your white, flowery top. It’s on your black pants in at least three places. It’s everywhere. You are training two new people today. You are getting up in front of an entirely new improv class tonight. You have no time to make it home to change in the middle of this.
But, hey, at least you had avocado at lunch. And you hate black pants anyway so get rid of ‘em. You go girl.