This economy sucks.
Oversharing comes with the territory. There is something about being in a fitting and half naked in the presence of a stranger that makes people spill it.
A bride arrived at my home tonight with her wedding dress, and as I was lacing her up she started telling me about how her family was struggling. She and her fiancé have 4 kids and have both been laid off in the last year. She then told me the story of how their family has been essentially saved by the the private bakery she and her husband run.
I'm thinking "Sexy cakes! How nice!"
Nope. Cannibus cakes. She went on talking about her suppliers and some past activities than I am not very comfortable knowing. Her story was very touching, but I wish she would have chosen a different stopping place---like perhaps while my mind was filled with visions of cakes found only at a bachelorette party.
Somedays, I'm not the quickest on the upswing.
Oversharing comes with the territory. There is something about being in a fitting and half naked in the presence of a stranger that makes people spill it.
A bride arrived at my home tonight with her wedding dress, and as I was lacing her up she started telling me about how her family was struggling. She and her fiancé have 4 kids and have both been laid off in the last year. She then told me the story of how their family has been essentially saved by the the private bakery she and her husband run.
I'm thinking "Sexy cakes! How nice!"
Nope. Cannibus cakes. She went on talking about her suppliers and some past activities than I am not very comfortable knowing. Her story was very touching, but I wish she would have chosen a different stopping place---like perhaps while my mind was filled with visions of cakes found only at a bachelorette party.
Somedays, I'm not the quickest on the upswing.
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