Status is everything in a social life. If your at a high status then you got it going on! If your status is at the lowest point then you need to up your A-game!
Today I spent the day at the mall (uping my A-game) shopping for Christmas gifts. When I thought life was good and nothing could go wrong, all hell broke loose. There was a 3 mile back up of traffic over the bridge to get to the other town. When I got up there, a cop was going to be the bad guy and pull someone over. . . . ON THE BRIDGE!!! Who in there right mind would pull some dumb 'a' on a bridge? Obviously the bad cop.
As I walked off my breakfest, my stomach began to roar. I ignored it for a while but with each step it got louder. Soon it got so loud people in the check-out line began to look around for where the noise was coming from. So I chowed down to some good old chinese food. Just like I was saying I was upping my A-game in status, the most popular people came troting by just to say "Houston what are you doing here?" I replyed "You know . . . . . .hanging out with the guys." My sister, grandma, and grandpa was sitting next to me. The whole time I was thinking "Way to go me. You just called your sister and your grandma guys. Nice."
After I shopped my face off, I road home with my sister. My sister is one of my buddies (a buddy is good to say but a pal is just like cussing infront of a pastor) so we get along at the best of times. I was needing my hair trimed so I asked the pro in the family, my sister. . . . of course. . . . to cutt my hair. The last time she cutt my hair, it was so bad that we had to go to town just so that someone can 'fix' my hair. You can't fix hair! So you know what the lady did to 'fix' my hair? She shaved it all off then gladly said "There. . . . all fixed." Anyway, when she was done I was surprised to see that my hair looked hot! To bad that school is out for two weeks. Just enough time for my hair to grow back. Awsome. At least I gained a level in status today.
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