Jul 01, 2004 00:34
So there I am, up to the wrists in midget entrails, when this guy comes up to me with this dog and starts telling me about his bus-pass that he lost...
Or maybe not. I don't know anymore. All I know is that I got the day off. Good times. Ran around with Mike, getting everything in order with his new Blazer. Stopped at Wendy's on the way home, and those godless Commie bastards stiffed me on my goddamn Junior Frosty. They will pay... oh yes, screaming retribution will follow their black souls to the grave...
Yesterday, I learned that after almost two years, I'm not "banned for life" at every IHOP in Missouri anymore. I can only assume that they came to their senses after I gave one of the managers a McChicken when I ran into him at a car show this weekend. That's the secret to life, my friends. Bribe fat people with food, and the world is yours.
So I think I'll take Calliope out to dinner tomorrow night, and begin the odious task of taking back my goddamn restaurant. So many new employees to train...
Why do I find it so amusing when people get pissed off at me for telling the truth? I hope I never know. It might ruin the magic, and I would hate for it to stop.
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