Not bad if I may say so...
thoughts on attendants, etc.
Carla and Leti zipped along on the freeway, Leti giving off a more professional vibe than her job, owing to the BlackBerry she clicked away on. Carla wished the attendant would keep her eyes on the road even as she also reasoned that she couldn’t be unlucky enough to get in horrible accidents twice in a lifetime. She knew that was a rationalization, most likely, but in her experience the people who talked the most to her about “facing reality” tended to mean “Go and live somewhere where someone can watch you dribbling tapioca into a cup,” and she had no intention of ever doing that. Still, a few more miles into what seemed like an endless journey, she was brought up short by all that it seemed she didn’t know about her new employee. She confessed her anxiety to know the final
verdict on the guest blog and Leti snorted“ You don’t need that cabrona’s blog, you know? I read your old one. We could resurrect it. It was pretty good. Or maybe you could just write, like ‘ Screw you…you have no idea how you’d make shit work if you had to trade places with me, so kiss my fine, white, crippled ass if you don’t like the decisions I’ve had to make… you know? My cousin had to do that, but the wheelchair really changed his place within the gang, so…might not be the same for you.”
Carla reddened. “I think it’s more the same than it is different, but I don’t think I could write that literally. Thanks for the tip, though.”
Leti made a shrugging gesture. “Hey, the advice is worth what you paid for it.”
The writer asked “Do you really think I have a fine, white… well, you know?”
“I don’t remember you writing about your ‘you know’ in that thong, but, okay, since we’re going there, might as well take, well, most of the trip… I’ll end the suspense right here, should there be any, although for ladies in your tax bracket, my shoes tend to answer a lot of questions.”
“My former tax bracket,” Carla corrected, feeling rattled.
“My point being, I’ve seen more than my share of what your mother might call ‘lady parts’ and yours stack up against the best
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