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I stopped by my work to get my schedule for the week. I was bent over the counter, copying my hours down onto a slip of reciept paper. Suddenly, I sensed that someone was too close for comfort. This brilliant deduction came to me when, well, when I felt hot breath on my neck. 
I turned, slowly, and saw a wide eyed teen boy looming over my sholder.
Teen Boy: KE$HA!!!
Me: Pardon?
TB: KE$HA! *points at the paper*
I look and see he is pointing to a coworkers name. We just so happen to have a lady named "Kesha" at my work. It's pronounced Key-shuh. "Key" like a key to a lock and "shuh" like "shun" without the "n".
TB: KE$HA WORKS HERE???
Yes. You didn't know that?! She pays for all her clothes and cars with her minimum wage Taco Bell job. It's a trade secret, so don't tell, but all Taco Bell workers are famous pop icons incognito. We get paid $200 an hour and get to learn how the commonfolk live. For example, you may think I'm just Kisa, but really, I'm J-Lo.
Me: Ummm...no. That's Kesha....
TB: Oh.....*kicks the tile with his feet*.....I like Ke$ha.....
Awe dammit. I ruined his whole life. He looks so crestfallen and heart broken.
Nice job Kisa....
Another time, I was carrying some packs of napkins and a box of sporks to put under the stand in the dining room. One of the napkin packs slipped off just as I reached the counter because I tend to carry too much. I kicked at it with my foot and hit it just right so that it landed up on the counter. This 16 or so year old boy looked at me with eyes the size of serving platters.
He threw his arms in the air and exclaimed, "THAT WAS SOOOO COOOLLLL!!! You were, like, Indiana Jones or something"!!!
Really? Indiana Jones saves falling napkins, stocks cup lids and wraps burritos? I'm glad I never saw the movies then because it sounds boring.
I turned, slowly, and saw a wide eyed teen boy looming over my sholder.
Teen Boy: KE$HA!!!
Me: Pardon?
TB: KE$HA! *points at the paper*
I look and see he is pointing to a coworkers name. We just so happen to have a lady named "Kesha" at my work. It's pronounced Key-shuh. "Key" like a key to a lock and "shuh" like "shun" without the "n".
TB: KE$HA WORKS HERE???
Yes. You didn't know that?! She pays for all her clothes and cars with her minimum wage Taco Bell job. It's a trade secret, so don't tell, but all Taco Bell workers are famous pop icons incognito. We get paid $200 an hour and get to learn how the commonfolk live. For example, you may think I'm just Kisa, but really, I'm J-Lo.
Me: Ummm...no. That's Kesha....
TB: Oh.....*kicks the tile with his feet*.....I like Ke$ha.....
Awe dammit. I ruined his whole life. He looks so crestfallen and heart broken.
Nice job Kisa....Another time, I was carrying some packs of napkins and a box of sporks to put under the stand in the dining room. One of the napkin packs slipped off just as I reached the counter because I tend to carry too much. I kicked at it with my foot and hit it just right so that it landed up on the counter. This 16 or so year old boy looked at me with eyes the size of serving platters.
He threw his arms in the air and exclaimed, "THAT WAS SOOOO COOOLLLL!!! You were, like, Indiana Jones or something"!!!
Really? Indiana Jones saves falling napkins, stocks cup lids and wraps burritos? I'm glad I never saw the movies then because it sounds boring.
That was exactly how I heard it in my head.
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