Unfiltered Story #32647
Unfiltered
| March 8, 2017
(We are in French class. I am the quiet, shy girl no-one really knows much about. I secretly am obsessed with Bon Jovi. Madame has stepped out of the room and two girls are messing around.)
Girl #1: *softly* Shot through the heart!
Me: *head whips up* AND YOU’RE TO BLAME! YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!
(I have a very powerful and resonant contralto, so my singing is very forceful. I got weird looks for the rest of the day.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
