He stalks closer, fists
clenched, eyes ablaze. This
guy is totally crazed. You will
not get unemployment, you know,
and I won’t give you a positive
reference. You might want
to rethink this decision.
Come on, Bree, tell
me what to say. [You’ve
got a trump card. Play it.] “I
don’t care about unemployment. But
I would like a positive reference. I
probably should tell you that
I’ve recorded a couple of
our conversations about
your entrepreneurial ventures.
I’d hate to see that information
fall into the uh…wrong hands, you
know?” (Total bullshit, but he has
no way of knowing that.) God,
this is totally great. Now
he’s like plum purple.
You little bitch. I should have
known. I’ll have to think about
that reference, Kristina. Finish up
your shift, anyway. Do you want
me to mail your final check?
He knows the answer.
I Cash My Check
(Figure I’d better do it quick), then stop by