Standing in line at will-call at Ferguson this afternoon, I called the office to get a PO number. Its a small plumbing shop so the business tyrants are involved with all things to some extent; since she is answering phones today, she answered when I called to get my PO number.

For some reason I said “OK I love you, bye” when I hung up, like a dumb ass.

I didnt have to call, or go back to the office before I finished my shift today, so I didnt have to hear about it yet. Nobody has texted me or called me either so maybe she didnt say anything. Or maybe she did and theyre all waiting to fuck with me tomorrow.

Anyway, thats my faux pas for the day.