Saturday, July 4
Mac must not have cared if I had poop on my face during our last encounter because he just called me! I have no idea how he got my number, but he must have his mysterious ways. The number he was calling from showed on my caller id as being private.
I was so nervous when he said, “This is Mac,” that my mind went completely blank. I just sat there like I a complete ninny, instead of chatting with him like a normal human being would.
He asked me if I was available to go out with him tonight. Normally, I would have to work on a busy Saturday, especially one that is a major holiday, but Brent had been so annoyed when I told him about my new job that he had said I could turn in my uniforms and not come back. His punishment for me actually felt like a marvelous reward. I was h
