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    What If – Chapter 13

    Customer Service Lady: [held her hands up in a defensive posture] Whoa, there flash dance it’s not that simple and what’s with the attitude?

    Bette: [offended] You have some nerve and what did you just call—-!?

    Shane: [muffled laugh cut her off]

    Bette: [turning around gives her the same disgusted look you give your dog when you ask what are you eating and they start chewing faster]

    Shane: [shamefully puts her head down] Sorry.

    Bette: You know what—–!

    Customer Service Lady: [cutting her off] Relax, Jen-Seals there’s no need to get all swollen in the chest.

    Shane: [couldn’t help herself and burst out in laughter]

    Hurry, up! [an impatient person also standing in line yells out] I’ve been on a bathroom break for 3 ½ hours I have to get back to work!

    Bette: [takes in a deep breath trying to calm herself] I do not look like —–.

    Customer Service Lady: [cutting her off again] You know, I just don’t understand you women of today everyone wants to look like and be someone else fake boobs, fake tans, fake hair, fake nails, fake—–.

    Bette: [this time cuts her off] Teeth. [referring to the tube of poly grip next to her phone]

    Customer Service Lady: [embarrassed] I lost my glue stick.

    Bette: Lies. [she says while searches for her name tag]

    Customer Service Lady: If your searching for my name tag don’t bother I’m not wearing one.

    Bette: Why not?

    Customer Service Lady: I forgot.

    Bette: Judging from your turkey waddle I can only assume you started working your first job the same year dirt was discovered.

    Shane: Bette!

    Bette: What!?

    Shane: [stepping in front of her] Relax!

    Bette: Relax?! Beetlejuice over there started it!

    Customer Service Lady: Hey, I heard that! For your information I’m already retired thank you very much!

    Bette: Really, and what year was that seventeen fifty-fossil three!

    Shane: Lady, put your cane down! She didn’t mean it! She did not mean it!

    Customer Service Lady: [lowering her cane] Your movie sucked and your dance moves reminded me of a stranded beach whale trying to get back out to sea!

    Bette: That was not me and you’re so old your blood type was discontinued!

    Customer Service Lady: Broccoli head!

    Bette: Lady you’re really asking for it!

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    1. Hey SKUNKPU80,

      This chapter was worth the long waiting.

      It was very funny, had to laugh about Bette and Shane.

      I hope you will not break up my favourite couple B&T, they need to talk and then a long sweaty make up session ????

      I hope you have a safe and great Halloween.

      Sincerly bibi28

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