Friday, May 13, 2011

How I Met Margo...

Lately I have been reminiscing on my time spent living in New York a couple years ago. Whenever I think of New York (and how I want to go back and visit this summer) I always think of my friend Margo and the hilarious story of our first interaction at the office.

Margo is the epitome of tell-it-like-it-is, sassy Long Island girl. She is the queen of snarky and I love her for it.
In order for you to better understand who Margo is and why we get along so well, I have to share with you the story of how I met Margo. It's a story that no matter how many times I tell it, puts me into tears of laughter each time, as it does her!

While living in New York, I got a job as an administrative assistant/traffic coordinator at a company called the Penthouse Group. During the first two weeks, the woman I was replacing was training me in. She was going to be moving out of state, and I would become her successor. During the training, she explained to me that one of my daily duties would be to send in the lunch order to the local deli (which the company paid for).

At this point, I had only been barely introduced to Margo, and knew little else that she was loud, and her desk was around the corner from mine. I barely knew anyone in the state other than family. I have a hard time making friends as it is (I can be kind of a bitch...who knew?) plus I have sort of a unique personality and a low tolerance for bullshit.

With the lunch order sent in, Kim went about teaching me the ropes of my job. Then the phone rang. It was the guy from the deli with a question about Margo's lunch order. Just then, Margo was walking past my desk on the way to the bathroom. Kim said "Hey Margo....Billy from the deli has a question about your lunch order. He wants to know what kind of dressing you want on your Caesar Salad." being the smart ass that I am, I had to bite my tongue not to laugh at that moment, because it would seem to me the answer is obvious, but contrary to my nature, I said nothing because I just started this job and didn't want to piss anyone off. Yet.

Without missing a beat, Margo bellows in her loud, exagerated New Yawk voice "Are you KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? Are you BOTH retarded?  CAESAR. I want CAESAR dressing on my CAESAR salad!" and continued on her way.

I just about died. As the story goes, (and whenever I tell this story, Margo damn near pees herself) it was at that moment I said "I GOTTA BE FRIENDS WITH THIS GIRL!"

 It's been a while since I have talked to my Little Big Sis (as I call her because though she is like my big sister, she's about 6 inches shorter than me) but I am hoping to be able to visit this summer. It's awesome to hang around with someone that makes you laugh till it hurts!


  1. Is she hot?

  2. She's a classic beauty...and very happily married. Sorry dude. :(

  3. Is she hot?

  4. Ok. Totally peed my pants reading this!! I still laugh my friggin ass off every time you tell the story! I love it when someone gets me! I wasn't trying to be rude, I was totally at a loss for the stupidity flung my way! LOL.
    And yes, Frank.. I'm hot! LOL. I love it when someone asks that question!
    It would totally serve people right if you answered, Naaaa..... she looks like a toad, but she's funny as all hell!
    I miss you and can't wait for you to visit in the summer. Let me know who I have to kill and stash in order to make that happen!!! I need my Rose fix!!! And I must meet the elusive Andrew and put the Margo stamp of approval on him! :)
    Love you lots.... and thanks for sharing this story with... well everyone. If there was one person on the planet left who didn't know I was a snarky smart-ass, you have rectified that situation. XOXOXO