holy god, people are crazy...
....so my boss michelle has been saying she's going to be back in town for 2 days... and she's still not. leaving me to feed her cat, romeo, blackened salmon (she's run out of cat food) and mess with all the money in the register trying to close and have enough change and get everything right. meanwhile the new cook... named Gravy, (who actually has married one of my friends from elementary school and I got to see her for the first time in years tonight...) yes, Gravy (ironically enough he says "it's all gravy" alllllllll the damn time...) anyway him and the dishwasher Chris were supposed to be paid tonight, but guess who didn't show up to pay them? So Chris borrows $5 from the register so that I can drive him home and on the way he can stop at Squeaky's general to spend it on 24 oz cans of beer to satiate his alcoholism for yet another precious night.
.....And while I'm in Squeaky's parking lot, waiting on Chris, this couple, country and drunk as hell, buy liquor and start making mixed drinks from the trunk of their car... and the woman in her itty bitty skin tight dress asks me where the Dew Drop In Saloon is, (only the sketchiest bar in all of little Black Mountain...people have been shot there...) so I tell them the woman smiles at me revealing a large gap in between her two buck teeth. as this is going on, i'm trying not to notice the fat redneck sitting in his trunk with his ass crack flashing all the world, or at least all of main street at 10 pm.
lord. i am amused by all of this nonetheless, and am slowly getting more used to this town i grew up in and tried to forget by going to school in asheville and then guilford.
.....And while I'm in Squeaky's parking lot, waiting on Chris, this couple, country and drunk as hell, buy liquor and start making mixed drinks from the trunk of their car... and the woman in her itty bitty skin tight dress asks me where the Dew Drop In Saloon is, (only the sketchiest bar in all of little Black Mountain...people have been shot there...) so I tell them the woman smiles at me revealing a large gap in between her two buck teeth. as this is going on, i'm trying not to notice the fat redneck sitting in his trunk with his ass crack flashing all the world, or at least all of main street at 10 pm.
lord. i am amused by all of this nonetheless, and am slowly getting more used to this town i grew up in and tried to forget by going to school in asheville and then guilford.