Sep 26, 2005 09:14
That's right boys an girls. For some odd reason my 50 hour work week wasn't enough, so I decided to get a j-o-b at TGI Fridays. Ha Ha Ha... mothballs. Not too bad though. A lot of the waitresses there are smoking, and a lot there are pretty freakin' sketchy. My first day one of the girls were having a "Pinps 'n Hoes" party - only two girls were dressed like hos. And hos they were. Cut nylons, hot pink skirts and a belly hanging over the 'princess' belt buckle. And right at this moment, I know you're picturing some ho you can't stand and dry heaving. Yea it was that bad.
Then! my brother tries to hook me up with a bartender that night. She's hot, well smoking. She loooves beer and can drink like fish. Any girl that calls you a pussy 'cause you won't take a tequila shot, after she already did three in a row is definitely a keeper. But then by the end of the night, I find out she has a kid... and I kinda wish I did those tequila shots - then i wouldn't have to remember. What's with it about parents my age? They think they're better than everyone else and have this sudden semblance of importance in comparison to everyone else. HEY! Do you even know who the father is? Let's see how important you feel after being a waitress for 10 years, making ends' meet! I'm really not that angry at them, and I know not all of them act that way, AND it's unfair of me to put a label on them, especially when I act like the guy who runs away after you mention your child is in his terrible twos. It's hypocrosy at it's finest - and I like it. It's a reaction I can't stop from having and I'm sure as my list of potential ball n' chains whittle down, I'll definitely be muttering "Being a dad is enivitable..."
"Fuck."