It’s getting to the point where a job checking heads for lice doesn’t sound that bad. But really, bugs that are that small don’t bother me. I’d get to meet lots of miserable, itchy children. Wear blue gloves all day. It might be awesome. Imagine being at the bar and being asked, “So, what do you do?” Tell me I would not have the sexiest answer ever.
If Kathleen wasn’t taking a nap five feet away I probably would have called. And probably would’ve regretted it immediately after. What am I doing with my life.