Bwoy folks, I tell you that the one named Pebbles good you know! She masterminded the best surprise party that I could ever have wished for! Now, this is how it played out: I get off work at around 4ish, so before I pull out of the parking lot, I give her a quick holla on the cellie. "Yo Pebbles, what's goin' on?" "Nothing much, just finished cleaning the house for your birthday!" So at this point, I'm thinking to myself, "Hmmm, I guess she's gonna have a surprise party waiting for me at home!" So of course, I'm all excited and make it home in record time. Pull up to the parking lot and drive around, none of our friends' cars are to be seen, so of course I'm beginning to have my doubts...not a problem still, apartment complex is big, they hid them somewhere else. So, I walk in to the apartment, all the lights are off, so I'm preparing myself for the surprise. Put my bag down. No shouts of "surprise!". Take my jacket off. No shouts of "surprise". Take my pants off. No shouts of "keep it on!" [OK, I didn't really take my pants off ;)].
Anyhow, there is Pebbles waiting for me. Of course, my first question is "where the cake at?" No cake. Oh well, the other faculty and staff had a cake for me earlier, so no big deal. Next question, "can I order a pizza for my birthday?" Expecting, "No baby, you're on a diet!" or "Let's go somewhere to eat!" I get, "sure why don't you get the largest one, my treat". So at this point I'm really convinced that there's no surprise party for me and when Pebbles presents me with my birthday present (a 256 MB JumpDrive), I'm finally convinced that my birthday will be spend quietly at home in front of the television [it was snowing earlier and I was still exhausted from the training, work, and the commute to go anywhere].
Anyhow, at around 7:00pm, I hear a loud banging noise on my door...of course, because I'm a dumbass, I think to my self..."Rass, is immigration that?" Then I'm like "Wait a sec, I'm legal here!" So, assuming that it's my pizza, I go to open the door only to find most of our friends standing outside with a huge cake and huge grins on their faces! OK, so at this point I'm like "what the f*&k!, I can't believe that y'all played me like that!" To top it off, Pebbles suddenly emerged from the linen closet with all manner of treats! Chips, salsa, soda, you name it! Much fun was had, lots of talking and bonding and living it up....all in all, it was one of the best surprise parties of my life! Thank you Pebbles and thank you friends!!!
Anyhow, the party wound down after a while and we ended up saying our goodbyes at around 11:30pm or so. Great fun! Anyhow, I went to check my e-mail and what I found was a bit vexing to me. Can you imagine folks, a girl that I knew from way back in the day in Jamaica, we're talking about late teens-early 20's. Now, we weren't ever really good friends per se, and we hardly even spoke! I mean in 8 or 10 years, we've only seen each other like five times tops! Anyhow, she sends me an e-mail out of the blue, telling me that she knows it's been a long time since we spoke and she's in a bit of a jam and needs $100. Now, tell me something people, what would you do in a situation like this? Mark you, I'm not saying I have $100 to give anybody, but in a way I feel bad about not helping out my fellow human, but on the other hand, it feels really suspicious, so I don't know what to do...especially since she didn't give me a clue as to what it was about. I put it to you my fellow bloggers, what should the dog do?
Anyhow, there is Pebbles waiting for me. Of course, my first question is "where the cake at?" No cake. Oh well, the other faculty and staff had a cake for me earlier, so no big deal. Next question, "can I order a pizza for my birthday?" Expecting, "No baby, you're on a diet!" or "Let's go somewhere to eat!" I get, "sure why don't you get the largest one, my treat". So at this point I'm really convinced that there's no surprise party for me and when Pebbles presents me with my birthday present (a 256 MB JumpDrive), I'm finally convinced that my birthday will be spend quietly at home in front of the television [it was snowing earlier and I was still exhausted from the training, work, and the commute to go anywhere].
Anyhow, at around 7:00pm, I hear a loud banging noise on my door...of course, because I'm a dumbass, I think to my self..."Rass, is immigration that?" Then I'm like "Wait a sec, I'm legal here!" So, assuming that it's my pizza, I go to open the door only to find most of our friends standing outside with a huge cake and huge grins on their faces! OK, so at this point I'm like "what the f*&k!, I can't believe that y'all played me like that!" To top it off, Pebbles suddenly emerged from the linen closet with all manner of treats! Chips, salsa, soda, you name it! Much fun was had, lots of talking and bonding and living it up....all in all, it was one of the best surprise parties of my life! Thank you Pebbles and thank you friends!!!
Anyhow, the party wound down after a while and we ended up saying our goodbyes at around 11:30pm or so. Great fun! Anyhow, I went to check my e-mail and what I found was a bit vexing to me. Can you imagine folks, a girl that I knew from way back in the day in Jamaica, we're talking about late teens-early 20's. Now, we weren't ever really good friends per se, and we hardly even spoke! I mean in 8 or 10 years, we've only seen each other like five times tops! Anyhow, she sends me an e-mail out of the blue, telling me that she knows it's been a long time since we spoke and she's in a bit of a jam and needs $100. Now, tell me something people, what would you do in a situation like this? Mark you, I'm not saying I have $100 to give anybody, but in a way I feel bad about not helping out my fellow human, but on the other hand, it feels really suspicious, so I don't know what to do...especially since she didn't give me a clue as to what it was about. I put it to you my fellow bloggers, what should the dog do?
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Regards the e-mail requesting the $100...my motto is never lend more than you can afford to lose. However, the fact that you have not been in contact for such a long time and that you are not close now tells me that you really ought not to send her the funds. A simple reply to say that you're sorry to hear of her predicament is fine IMHO.
Of course, don't let me sway you to make your own decision....do what you feel. Dr. D.
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serious though, plain and simple I wouldnt lend her. If you feel to at least find out what its for and if she cant ask anyone else for it.
Dear Pastgirl,
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