Me: Some company in Oak Ridge just called for a reference FYI.
Are you gunna work with nukes? Cuz that'd be cool.
Her: I've applied to so many jobs I genuinely have not idea
Me: I'm going with nukes then. Good thing I told them you'd be really good at nukes.
Her: Yeah, good thing!
I mean its oak ridge...do they do anything else there?!
Me: not since the mall closed...
The Oak Ridge Boys still exist. Maybe it was to be a Roadie! Crap, the nukes thing probably won't help you then. Sorry yo.
Her: I hope I get super powers. Like spider man or batman or something.
Blast! Get with it! You have one job! to make me sound awesome at all things!!!
Me: Ugh. I was distracted by her ridiculously thick accent
Her: Thick foreign or thick backwoods? Cause thick foreign could still be nukes!
Me: Ha! Good point. But thick backwoods.
...soooo probably roadie. Dang it.
Her: Well, I'm probably more suited for that anyway....