I cannot blog about all the crazy things I can't be trusted about. Just that through my infinity thoughtlessness, I accidentally spill secrets.
For instance, person number 1, we'll call him Martin, tells me that he has gotten a moonlighting job at the local Dunkin Donuts making donuts. He doesn't want anyone to know because he's embarrassed that he has to stoop to such a place as Dunking donuts. I say, "no biggie, I won't say anything" and go on my merry way.
Weeks pass and I'm walking past Dunkin Donuts with my friends Louise, we're chit chatting about how we love their ooey gooey special chocolate donut and wondering how many Weight Watcher points it would be. I exclaim in a moment of short sighted brilliance that Martin can tell us!
Louise looks oddly at me and asks, "why would Martin know?".
My eyes widen and suck in my breath sharply, realizing I just told Louise that Martin is making donuts on the graveyard shift. I swear Louise to secrecy, even though she thinks donut making is a perfectly respectable side job, or main job even.
Then, to make it worse, Martin has this big meeting, Martin is uber nervous about it, pacing hallways and mumbling to himself- nervous. While Martin is at his meeting Louise walks in and asks if I know how it went. Just then I get a text from Martin.
"Lets See!' I say reading the text aloud.
"It didn't go well. I'm really upset. Feel like I'm having a panic attack. I'm heading to the hospital. Please keep this between us-"... I look up at Louise wide eyed...
"...Oops" I stutter.
Louise looks at me and shakes her head. Again, I find myself swearing her to secrecy. How do I get myself into things like this?
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