Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ah, yes. Tina. The receptionist.




She was talking to me on the telephone one time in 1997 and she was lamenting about how if she did not have kids she could then easily come over to my apartment, my "bachelor pad" apartment I had there on Dresden in Charlotte North Carolina. She was the receptionist for a law firm with several scumbag lawyers in downtown Charlotte North Carolina where I would sometimes go, as arranged by my employer based in Columbia South Carolina, to repair their computer system.