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My roommate and I had this crazy Chinese food debacle at New China Town on Johnson Drive tonight. We both ordered lo mein and I ordered drinks for us both and she ordered the side of crab rangoon. We both got our orders when our numbers were called and went home. I hadn’t even gotten into my bag of food yet when my roommate discovered that they had given her someone else’s food entirely. I told her it was her decision what we did, so she opted to go back and get the correct order. She had to spend like 10 minutes trying to explain what had happened, but they were really nice because they always are at that place. They gave her a free order of crab rangoon for her trouble, and we went back home again, at which point we discovered that her order had been in my bag all along and we had approximately 1,000,000 pieces of crab rangoon between us, not to mention all this extra pork lo mein. Fried morsels for all!

We are getting a new girl who is being transferred from a different branch and is supposed to start tomorrow. I’m excited because now I will have two subordinates. She is the daughter of an area manager in our company, so I hope that won’t give her any sense of entitlement. Whatever her reporting tree was before, her mother is not in it now. The other teller and I spent Friday afternoon speculating on what she’ll be like. He thinks she might turn out to be cool because she’s a smoker. I see his point. I often like people who smoke, even if I don’t like the smoking itself. It’s something about their personality. So maybe things will pan out okay.

I had a little too much to drink last weekend and had this conversation in the car. I’m glad I’m 23 and when this embarrasses me later, can blame my stupidity on my youth.

Me: I think I’m losing my buzz.
My boyfriend’s roommate: Have some of this. [hands me the bottle of Pepsi & rum]
Me: Thanks. [long drink] Wait. [long pause] Does this count as an open container?”
My boyfriend’s roommate: Yes.
Me: [hastily replacing cap] Does it still count as an open container?
My boyfriend’s roommate: Yes.
Me: Well shit.