*Hopping from the passenger seat to the backseat of the car in a desperate attempt to not be seen in my sweatpants and knotted, messy just-crawled-out-of-bed bun by people I know, especially from high school, as my mother and I drive up to the ordering intercom at McDonald's.*
Mother: "What are you doing?"
Me: "I'm avoiding being seen."
Mother: "Someone working today that you know?"
Me: "I don't know. No gonna take any chases though. Then again, I've looked worse at school before." *exaggeratedly mocking myself*
Mother: "That's true."
Me: "Hey!!! You're supposed to stick up for me, not agree with me."
*Sadly someone I went to high school with was working the cash register and a cute guy I'd never seen before handed over our coffees in the last window of the drive-thru.*
Lesson: If you go out in public looking bad, your doomed to run into someone you know.
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