I go to lunch, bringing Maureen’s and Heaterh’s monkeys with me. Heather’s not in yet, but Mo is sitting at a booth. I drop my stuff down and show her the monkey she’s getting and she’s all happy and excited. I head on up to the counter to get my food, and Anne’s back there complaining about everything as usual.
“Heather in today?”
“She will be,” Anne replies. “Why?”
“She bought some monkeys off me.”
“She’s broke. Don’t expect to get paid for them. Don’t give them to her until she pays.”
I figured this was going to happen because Heather is just the biggest waste of cells you could ever imagine. Shortly after I sit down, Heather shows up, and Anne tells her that I’ve got the monkeys.
“Oh my god, I totally didn’t think you’d have them done today like you said you would, so I paid bills and now I don’t have any money,” Heather tells me. “I’ll have the money on payday next week.”
“I won’t be here next week,” I tell her in my snarky yet polite manner. “Tomorrow is my last full day, I won’t be in on sunday, and I don’t know how long I’ll be here on Monday.”
At this point Heather’s facial expression seems to melt away and take on that innocent and retarded look she tends to get while thinking. “I’ll talk to my mother and see if she can lend me the money for them.”
“No problem,” I tell her and put the monkeys back in the bag. “I’ll just keep them in the car, and if you’ve got the money tomorrow or Monday I’ll bring them in, sound good?” She honestly looked like she thought I was going to hand them over to her and let her pay me for them some other day. Not gonna happen.
