#21, Smitty, the other Allison.

Wow. What can i say about her? Thin, blonde, straight hair. Small, girly face, but a raunchy attitude and a sly laugh to match. Always stirring up trouble. Liked hamsters, and Britney Spears. Also: reading true crime novels and listening to The Dwarves(link is not safe for work!). She was a hard girl to figure out. Once a friend of hers got into a fistfight, and ended up with a bloody nose. Allison painted a portrait of his haggard face on a Kleenex, with his own blood. The rust-colored result sat on a frame on her desk in the Ordering Department, until one day i confessed that i had to have it. She instead painted me a mock duplicate, using, alas, red and brown paint. I still have it, though.
Once we went to the Ivy Room (bar) for a long lunch hour. We drank rum and cokes? i think, and the waitress was ancient, the bottles dusty. She and i were one of the few people who went to work on the morning of September 11th, and only a sparse few customers wavered in and out of the store in a daze. We all had nothing to do, really, so she and i made a run to get everyone bagels, and drove around aimlessly for awhile smoking cigarettes first. We weren't even "friends", really, but it just seemed like the thing to do. Allison was alright.