I remember working the day of the super bowl and getting off when the halftime show was suppose to start, and for once in my life Jesus looked down upon me

because the girl who was suppose to come in, came in early for once (she's known for being like 15 minutes late everyday)! And right when I saw her my feet caught fire

and I was so quick out that bitch, I didn't say hi or anything. Just "I'm tryna make it home for the half time show! Have fun Jill!" - I sped 20 over the speed limit to get home and I got there right when the commercials before it started.

it was glorious.