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March 27, 2014 / ljbradburn-Smith

A Stolen Story


Am I stealing someone else’s story? Yes.

Am I ashamed? No

(but only because it belongs to my very best friend and she gave me permission).

A year ago I was only just starting to blog and it was all very shiny and new, these days ‘I’m going to write a blog post about that’ is practically part of my daily vocabulary. Be thankful that I have a bad memory because otherwise you would be inundated with the idiotic things I do.

Anyway I digress. Karlee’s story:

The other day, she went shopping with her PIC who also happens to be another of my best friends and my fiance’s best friend (which gets complicated when explaining how we know each other). He was pushing the trolley and allegedly not paying enough attention to the teetering pile of shopping with kitchen towels perched on top. After repeatedly telling him to be careful and watch what he was doing the inevitable happened and the kitchen towels fell on the floor. The muddy, wet floor.

The story may seem fairly unremarkable so far (even though, due to my best friend being very funny, I had already laughed quite a lot during the telling of it) but at this point I thought there could only really have been one outcome, the towels would be picked up and Bee would get a spanked bum, but it turns out I was very wrong. In her frustration Karlee picked up the towels, held them in front of her and kicked them right across the car park. In front of everyone. Onto a muddier, wetter piece of tarmac. I’m not sure what her point was but I am sure that I like her style.

Can you see why we’re best friends?


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