Hello This is Nino's

So today ended up clearing up, but I actually did not end up taking my dog for a walk. Instead, I decided to go to the grocery store with Grandma to help her get some chow for the week. Since it is a Sunday, I decided to not get too dressed up, do my hair, or even put on a little makeup. That bit me in the butt though because while looking at stool softeners for Grandma, I got a phone call from the local pizza place that I applied to a week or so ago. They wanted me to go in for an interview at 4:30, so I said alright and continued shopping. When I looked at my phone and saw that it was already 4, I had to rush to get home. I quick ran my flat iron through my hair and rubbed on a bit of eyeliner. It took me all of fifteen minutes to get dolled up to meet my potential boss. I jumped in my purple Honda (the "swagger wagon,") and rolled off to Nino's. The restaurant is right around the street from my house so it didn't take too long to get there. I got inside and the person to interview me was actually not my boss, but a girl my age that works as a cashier. The interview took less than a minute and only asked me silly questions like if I play sports or can I drive. Hopefully I can get this job, since my last job at the nursing home stunk and I had to quit because the people working there were not exactly the sweetest bunch on the vine. I really need some money for concerts this summer and cash for college next year. Adios, amigos.