Crazy carp.
Alright... Let me just tell you all about my night.
Get to work at 8:15. Sit around out back and talk to Dakota, Adam, Alex, and James (Norman... who was there, oddly enough) for a little bit. Go inside and realise that I have to relieve that THING (Her name is Sharyl and she is a huge black haired old idiot who can't hear, has serious attitude issues, sucks at her job really bad, and loves Jesus).
Went back outside. Bobby shows up. We talk a bit. I go back inside and get ready for the homecoming dance rush. Bobby leaves. Dakota stays and hangs out. I see a random girl come walking up from the side of the building that comes FROM Woodbine (not from 90). She walks in and sits down. Doesn't say a thing. Gets up, goes to Tom Thumb. Dakota and I are making wagers on how old she is and what the hell her deal is. She comes back. Dakota, Mike, Rodney, and I talk for a bit. She just stands around near us. I finally ask her what she's doing here. "Did someone leave you? Are you running from someone? Are you from around here?" and she just kinda looks at me all ^_^
"Are you trying to freak me out?"
"Definatly >=D"
"Well you're doing a great job!"
She starts talking now. I go inside and cook. I come outside and her and Dakota are talking alright. So I walk over and listen in a bit and then I go off and talk to Mike (Who's holding up the back wall.)
Go inside and then they start coming in. Dakota and her sit at the counter and talk a bit. Suddenly BAM. People all over the place. I whoop ass and we all go outside again. Oh yeah, Bobby left before The girl ever showed I think.
Her friends ditched her and she needs a ride home. To Alabama. I volunteer Dakota who says he can't. I say "You can stay and cook =P" He's like "No way nigga."
So I say I'll take her home in the morning. Dakota takes her home with him, comes back at 5am. He goes to work at seven and I take Christy home. I forgot her last name already... but anyways, that was a straaaange straaaange girl who talks more than me and had one hell of a live story to tell.
I also had a $10 order of hashbrowns inside a $30 to-go order that popped up randomly at 4 in the morning. The woman's name was Shiri, which she pronounced "Sherry" and had Misty SPELL IT CORRECTLY on the ticket... Someone has a case of fucking "I'm special" syndrome going on. Who pays ten bucks for hashbrowns? I'll tell ya who. High people.
The moral of this story? My job is fut-nuckin' crazy.
Oh yeah, and Jacob Hendrix won the homecoming king.
Get to work at 8:15. Sit around out back and talk to Dakota, Adam, Alex, and James (Norman... who was there, oddly enough) for a little bit. Go inside and realise that I have to relieve that THING (Her name is Sharyl and she is a huge black haired old idiot who can't hear, has serious attitude issues, sucks at her job really bad, and loves Jesus).
Went back outside. Bobby shows up. We talk a bit. I go back inside and get ready for the homecoming dance rush. Bobby leaves. Dakota stays and hangs out. I see a random girl come walking up from the side of the building that comes FROM Woodbine (not from 90). She walks in and sits down. Doesn't say a thing. Gets up, goes to Tom Thumb. Dakota and I are making wagers on how old she is and what the hell her deal is. She comes back. Dakota, Mike, Rodney, and I talk for a bit. She just stands around near us. I finally ask her what she's doing here. "Did someone leave you? Are you running from someone? Are you from around here?" and she just kinda looks at me all ^_^
"Are you trying to freak me out?"
"Definatly >=D"
"Well you're doing a great job!"
She starts talking now. I go inside and cook. I come outside and her and Dakota are talking alright. So I walk over and listen in a bit and then I go off and talk to Mike (Who's holding up the back wall.)
Go inside and then they start coming in. Dakota and her sit at the counter and talk a bit. Suddenly BAM. People all over the place. I whoop ass and we all go outside again. Oh yeah, Bobby left before The girl ever showed I think.
Her friends ditched her and she needs a ride home. To Alabama. I volunteer Dakota who says he can't. I say "You can stay and cook =P" He's like "No way nigga."
So I say I'll take her home in the morning. Dakota takes her home with him, comes back at 5am. He goes to work at seven and I take Christy home. I forgot her last name already... but anyways, that was a straaaange straaaange girl who talks more than me and had one hell of a live story to tell.
I also had a $10 order of hashbrowns inside a $30 to-go order that popped up randomly at 4 in the morning. The woman's name was Shiri, which she pronounced "Sherry" and had Misty SPELL IT CORRECTLY on the ticket... Someone has a case of fucking "I'm special" syndrome going on. Who pays ten bucks for hashbrowns? I'll tell ya who. High people.
The moral of this story? My job is fut-nuckin' crazy.
Oh yeah, and Jacob Hendrix won the homecoming king.