Thank god K is always good for some blog fodder.

Yesterday, when I get home from work, my dad tells me that K had called a little bit before, and she left a message for me. “J’s here, and I’m laughing.” That was it. The whole message. My parents and I sit down for dinner, and we discuss why K seeing J is funny.

I’ve got several conjectures, the most concrete of which is that J forgot which Costco K works at, and walked in with a guy who is not You. This is probable, since neither she, nor You or his mom have a Costco card. I can just see K laughing at J when J realized that K was there. Besides, K sees everyone who walks in and out of her store, since she works in Membership.

K calls at the end of dinner, to tell me the full story.

J was at Costco with her fat friend B, buying the new pink Razr (which is a horrid shade of pink, and I would never trade in my black one for a pink one, even if pink is my favorite color). When J wandered off to look at things while the phone guy set things up, K went over and talked to him, since she and he are friends.

She’s convinced him to ask the worst question to J, after all the papers are signed and he has gotten his commission.

“So, how’s the cancer going?”

Yeah. Seriously. I hope he asked. I hope she got red and pissy. And I wish more than anything I was there to see it. I love my sister, because this just made my day. I’m sure she’ll let me know later how things went down.

It’s a really long story about why this is funny to us, because, well, we’re mean, spiteful bitches over in this corner of the world.

- “Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been,” Mmhmmm: Relient K.