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Reminds me of when i was a produce clerk....
There was this girl i worked with named kelly. She was a good-;looking italian girl with tan skin, blue eyes and big hooters. most guys were intimidated by her, but i had thought she was a mean bitch when i first met her, so when i finally got to know her she was just one o fhte guys to me.
Anyway, we were always picking on each other, and one day i was drinking from a bottle and she pushed my elbow up and said "Dont spill." Needless to say, i spilled all over myself.
So i got her back. there were these little chocolate and rasberry cream tortes on the counter that had beren put back there for the employees (they did that with a lot of stuff that they copuldnt sell, but it wasnt poison or anything). she picked one uop and started to take a bite, and i ran around the table, grabbed her hand, and the back of her head, and pushed them together like i was trying to crush a melon.
When she turned around, i fell on the floor i was lauhing so hard. sh ehad gotten half of it in her mouth, the rest was smeared all over her face and up her nose. She just stood there laughing, trying toi get cake out of her nose, whiohc only made me laugh harder.
She usually got people back for anything, inccluding if they got her back for something she had already done to them....
She decided to calla truce after my brutal attack :D
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