| The other day at work my friend, Rebekah (yes, she
spells it that way), was having a friend come eat lunch at the
in-store restaurant. She told me that her friend was getting married
next Saturday and this was her bachellorette party (what fun, a
bachellorette party at Wal-Mart). Anyway, the girl didn't know that
Rebekah had some special stuff planned, like a decorated table, and
roses being given to her by people she didn't know. I was one of
those people. I was supposed to get a rose from Christina, who was
hiding, and give it to the girl after she came in. Rebekah had
already paid for the roses of course. She had asked many other
people to do the same. Well, I was also asked to take pictures of
her when she came in, so I did. It wasn't that big of a thing, but
it was not something had happens every day. |
