oi vey

forgotten fact, must report.

At work last week, my coworker Kayla asked me if I liked olde english.

Let me preface this by a description of Kayla. She is twenty one years old, married, and working without plan of change at Macy's in the shoe department. Tangent times two, it's always odd to be working with someone over the summer that is there all the time. The job to you is a temporary, dreadful pass time, to them, a career. Anyways, Kayla likes horses, doesn't seem to like her husband, and has hair so blonde it is unabashedly and obviously considered white.

I was picking up the boxes left by the woman who requested that "Every white sandal" we had be brought to her when Kayla popped the question. Of course I had to ask her what she meant, and she was ready with an answer. "You know, like thee and ye, and Shakespeare and stuff."

Swr.

I responded that I was an English major, and yes, I liked literature.