Saw Steve today. He forgot to cancel his direct deposit so his paycheck was in my bank account. He met me at the bank with his new girl in tow **insert rolling eyes here***. She never looked up, seemed like she was scared or nervous--or at least I'd like to think she was. Steve looked the same, apathetic and dirty. Our transaction was brief, but I know him well enough to know he was hoping for some drama.
I handed him his money and walked away. We didn't say a word.
I was relieved to see that his girl looked dumpy. Mousy brown hair, nothing special. If I'd had the forethought to do it I would have wished her luck. She'll need it.
It stings just a little to think I was so quickly replaced, but that's to be expected I suppose, and I'm sure she's been around longer than I ever knew.
Ah...good riddance you fat bastard. This is the last time I'll mention you here.
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