Dinner with workmates and supplier
Friday, 9:00 PM, Seaside
The Lard: … and so, she doesn’t want to be called ate, just Rhia. But it is so awkward; obviously she is older than us.
So-called Angel: I think she looks even older than Madame Buttkisser.
Me: Why? How old is she?
The Lard: I think she is 36.
Jes: She is only 36?!
Me: Are you sure we’re talking about her age here and not her waistline, huh?
So-called Angel: *laughs loud* Yeah, her age.
Belle: So the company is now hiring people who are nearing the retirement age.
Me: How old is Jen’s reliever?
Tacy: 42, but she lets us call her ate.
Jes: So this Rhia is in denial, hahahaha!
Belle: How old are you, The Lard?
The Lard: I am 30.
Belle: And so-called Angel, you’re 30 too?
So-called Angel: Nooooo! I am only 27,28. (But she looks like 32 to me, really. She could be lying then, yah?)
Me: Not so sure of your age?
So-called Angel: *laughs*
Belle: kara, you are 27, right?
Me: *in full confidence* No, I am 25. (Good thing, Jes did not hear it, hahahahaha!Or else, she would protest to death.)
Belle: Oh, I thought you were 27.
Me: Well, you thought wrong. I don’t grow old. I have a Peter Pan syndrome.