I laughed up a lung
May. 19th, 2004 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneorangeMy sister works for DARS, formerly known as TRC. If you don't know what those are, fine, just know she works with people with various disabilities.
She was telling me about this woman that works at Goodwill Industries who has no arms. She really likes this woman. The woman's job at G.I. is receptionist. She answers phones.
I have to ask.
"How does she push the buttons?"
My sister smirks and apes the woman answering the phone with her feet.
I am sent into a fit of giggles.
She then says,"You should see her makeup."
I almost pass out I am laughing so hard.
She chides me, while laughing, because she likes the woman.
Why, oh why, would she tell me this if she didn't want me to get the mental picture and laugh myself stupid.
She was telling me about this woman that works at Goodwill Industries who has no arms. She really likes this woman. The woman's job at G.I. is receptionist. She answers phones.
I have to ask.
"How does she push the buttons?"
My sister smirks and apes the woman answering the phone with her feet.
I am sent into a fit of giggles.
She then says,"You should see her makeup."
I almost pass out I am laughing so hard.
She chides me, while laughing, because she likes the woman.
Why, oh why, would she tell me this if she didn't want me to get the mental picture and laugh myself stupid.