I was delivering a cake to a customer one day, when this runner just ran straight into me from behind the corner. Of course she just said sorry a real quick and tried to get away, was probably running from someone or something, but I grabbed her leg and told her to pay for the bloody thing, I mean, it was a custom bloody one and cheapest ones are like, 500 flicks or something.
She tries to lay it off as my fault for a while, until realizes that I came from her right. Then she goes on about trying to brush it off saying she's got no money with her (though that I believe, who would carry that kind of money with her?) until she finally agrees to come with me to the client.
When we get there, everyone's surprised, as apparently the client is a friend of hers. After I explain what happens, he just looks at her labd laughs, saying something about her supposedly being better than that, to which she says something about only waking up 40 minutes ago (yeah right, it was almost six in the evening) when I comment on that.
She goes ballistic, shouting about kids these days, and so on (mind you she's about 17 I'd guess, I'm 23). Then the client says that something should be done since he did not get his cake. A small argument is born and somehowbended in a race with me going against her. If I win she pays for it and client gets a new cake, and if she wins we have to get him a new cake for free.
Now, I'm not proficient at this, use rollerblades and deliver cakes. But I thought I could beat a running kid in a little race. Boy was I wrong. I don't really know how to describe it, she was like an eagle or something, I didn't even get to the halfpoint before she had won.
But damn if she doesn't deserve it. Should have asked her number.