To start this off, I think it’s time I tell you all that it is official.
I’m a filthy retail whore.
That being said, I went out to Express the other night to help a friend out with their floorset. They were low on staff members and needed extra hands to rearrange the store, so after working from 10 am till 5 pm, I rode out to her store to work from 9:30 pm till 4:30 am. I was so tired towards the end of it, I didn’t even want to expend the energy to speak. For those of you who know me, realize how tired I must have been for this to occur.
It was at about this time that one of the Express girls began to pack up to go home because her second job started in a few hours. For me, when I’m really tired, I get low on patience, rarely speak, and when I do it is usually harsh and bitter. For Express girl, she apparently divulges very personal information.
She started telling the story about how her parents have left her to pay for everything herself, forcing her to take up two jobs. Combine that with school, and it was like she had an 80 hour job a week on her hands.
To drive the point home about how heartless her parents were, she told us about the three months where her and her sister had to survive on their own for three months, all alone, because her parents decided to abandon them. Now remember, sleep deprived John doesn’t talk, and when he does, it’s usually scathing. But here, I began to feel my heart melt. I wanted to extend some sort of comforting word or gesture.
Then she finished the story.
“I mean, they like left us all alone at the cape house ALL SUMMER! I mean, who DOES that, you know?! Me and my sister TOTALLY had to fend for ourselves that summer. It sucked.”
All thoughts of a sorrowful word or a comforting hug were squashed under the enormous weight of the massive trust fund this girl undoubtedly has.
“Wait. WHAT?! It was a CAPE HOUSE?! The way you were speaking, I figured your parents up and left you in a dirty apartment in the slums of Boston, not in a CAPE house on a fucking BEACH!”
She later said that she has two jobs because her parents said they wouldn’t fund her second, upcoming beauty pageant. Which would cost them upwards of $3,000. Sure, her parents are totally okay with
abandoning her and her sister letting her and her sister stay at the beach house. But they gotta draw the line somewhere. And that somewhere is apparently a contest that judges their baby on pure looks and a half assed wish at world peace. Gotta pinch those pennies.
I don’t blame them, either. Because after I heard all this, I told her I didn’t even have the quarter she needed to buy herself water form the vending machine, even though I totally did.
Cape house my ass.