You'd never know it to look at her, but she's a bit of a slob when she's in a food frenzy. I mean, that's just plain tacky and wrong.Īnyway, on the five-minute drive back to Hillsborough, she's going to spray me over and over again with the whipped cream. That's not really a big deal, is it? Not like know.other people who steal plastic bags for their kids' lunches from the produce department. Jen will then take a bunch of forks, spoons, and napkins from the salad bar and put them in her pocket. When the Pure Barre class across the street lets out at 5:30, I will be purchased along with an aerosol can of whipped cream. I am a piece of mousse cake that's still sitting in the refrigerated bakery case at Molly Stone's in Burlingame.
