Old grannies Maybe I was not your typical geek or nerd or whatever you wanted to call it, having started as middle linebacker qnd starting catcher for the baseball team, but I loved tech and had excelled in all computer related labs in school.
Old grannies What I wanted more than computers, I wanted adventure too, so I thought Army. My dad had been in for six years as an Airborne Infantryman and went with me to the recruiters. With his guidance I got what I wanted; it did not hurt that my ASVAB was extremely high according to the recruiter. I figured I would learn the craft, then find a job with one of the bigger bomb disposal teams for a city police department.
I was standing over by the TVβs with Henry, one of the associates in that area when she came in.
βAw, shit man. Karenβs here.β
βWho is Karen?β
βYou know that internet meme Karen? The let me speak to your manager Karen?β
I nodded.
Old grannies βWe have our very own, down to the name and haircut.β
I laughed, βno way dude.β
He pointed to a lady who looked about forty with that haircut and she looked pissed.
βOh, wow dude.β I now was trying not to laugh out loud.
βShe buys shit all the time then comes in bitching about everything she buys. Best part,β he looked at me, βher name really is Karen.β
βOh, come on dude.β
βFor reals, Hommie.β
Old grannies I headed up toward the tech counter as she stood in line looking like she was about to have a stroke her face so red. I also noticed if she smiled, she would be pretty. Hell, she would be a MILF. I heard Shell, one of the associates at the counter, call for Robbie to the counter over the P.A.
Robbie was our store manager who was now making his way up from the back. I could see him coming and he was pulled aside by Henry. You could see Robbie anywhere in the as he is 6β7β. I was 6β2β and I felt short around him.