HANG-OUT WITH STACEY.

Stacy loathes getting the prepare.

She abhors sitting tight in line for tickets, she despises sluggish individuals who can't get their wallet out before they get to the front of the line, she detests missing her prepare in light of the fact that individuals are complicated and bear packs of garbage with them,

"why are you so scattered",

she said to the lady before her, who takes a gander at her while throwing a mini tantrum.

As she gets to the front of the line she opens her pack to discover her wallet, she looks under her umbrella that she keeps for a stormy day, despite the fact that its not blustery today, moves her telephone to her stash so she can tune in to a reasonability book recording when she gets on the prepare, moves her book away, rearranges the gum around that she never eats, rifles past the messy tissues lastly hauls out her wallet.

An irritable man behind stacey in the line mumbles,

"why are you so scattered".

Which she knows isn't genuine on the grounds that she is normally extremely sorted out.

That's a poetry for stacey, had a fun day with her! lol, wish you have a great/fun ... like her💕💞.

I guess that's stacey's #introduceyourself coming from me, I really hope she joins steemit soon.