Tell us the origin story of your best friend. How did you become friends? What is it that keeps your friendship rockin’ after all these years?
I met Lori when I was living in Albuquerque. I was working at a Circle K in a very bad part of town and she was one of the new hires. I remember that I stopped by and I was in our boss’ office when he told me about the people he hired. He said something dirty about her and another woman. It’s funny, looking back at it . I’ve known this person for close to six years now and that was the first time I learned about them – by a passing remark from our horny boss.
Inevitably, we would work together. That’s how we really got to know each other. And we had fun. We would mess with the crack heads that would come in the store and the drunks that would stumble in for cheap food after the bars closed. We used these walkie-talkies to communicate when one of us was stocking the fridge and the other was up front. Sometimes we would hide them so when one of the drunks/addicts would walk in they would have no clue what was going on. There was a notebook for inter-office communication (for if someone didn’t finish a job or if things needed to be put away) that we would take over and write long inside jokes that people would either laugh at or, well, laugh at.
That’s the start point for it all. It’s not our whole story. There have been ups and downs and periods of disconnect but, when it comes down to it, I am a better person for having her in my life. We run RHV together and that is a story I have told plenty of times. It’s nice to have someone who is on your side when things go to crap and I’m happy she is that person for me.
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