Tuesday
I work with an indian lady named Uma. Her real name is really long, like Umasatarayanrian or something. She's very short, fairly old, frequently has stinky gas, and has some big ol' feet. I get the feeling that she could really scrap if push came to shove. She's got that crazy look in her eye. She'd make the ultimate unconventional superhero. Her ability to stare down a bad guy until he said he was sorry and gave the orphanage back all their money, her ability to confuse anyone with her poor english, shit, she's perfect.
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