Chapter 22: Galene @ 1.1x nhs
“Oh my god, Gal, you can’t tell people they’re slow,” Greg said in his best female impersonation.
“Sure I can. Seriously, next time, I’ll tell him. I really am. I practically wrote an algorithm in my mind that would optimise his speech patterns in the time it took him to make a point,” Gal whined. She had taken her favourite pose, cross-legged on the couch, laptop on, well, her lap.
“No, that was a Mean Girls quote. I’m surprised you didn’t catch that.”
“What’s that?” she asked, googling it simultaneously.
“It’s a classic movie. It’s so funny.”
“I haven’t seen it. Ugh! It’s pink and girly. Why?” she said disgusted.
“How the f**k can you not have seen Mean Girls?”
“Cause I don’t watch chick-flicks?” Gal mocked.
“It’s not a chick-flick! It’s a meta-comm
