Aug 08, 2009 16:30
I work in a dairy bar. Nothing too interesting there. What goes on behind the scenes is worth it, though.
Yesterday wasn't what I would qualify as "a good day" because of two things:
I caused the death of 3 cones.
What an horrible death. They crashed on the floor and I couldn't save them. I hope they didn't suffer.
I have to say I am not proud of not being able to rescue them. My (very small) knowledge of medicine comes from House M.D where all they do is take pictures of your head and give you treatments for your lupus. It wasn't helpful in this situation. RIP cones. Rest in peace, buddies.
I talked to a racist woman biker.
The conversation went like this:
Her: Blablabla do you have a pen?
Me: Yes sure
Oops. It's a little bit later in the conversation.
Her: Do a lot of black people live in this town?
Me: No, not much.
Her: Great. You should stay here. Away from them (or whatever she said. At this point, I was ready to kick her ass so I wasn't really listening)
How can you say something like that in 2009 ? :O
In conclusion....
I'm one step away from hallucinating sundaes. I really need some rest.
hallucinating,
job,
sundae,
racist woman biker,
cones,
death,
dairy bar