'HOMOS!' (is how the other waiters spell hummus)
yesterday marked the start of my life as an indentured servant to the Lebanese of Bloomfield Ave, i.e., waittressing at Addiwan Cafe. Why they chose to hire me at the start of Ramadan is a mystery to me, as my job is to serve food and Ramadan's job is to have peeps FAST and REPENT. Currently, I am to Addiwan/Ramadan as slugs are to the Universe - pointless, and broke, to boot. (ref. TIME BANDITS).
There's a guy who works there who makes the hookahs and turkish coffees and reads futures in them. He only read a tidbit of mine, but it was surprisingly accurate. ("You make cry a lot, but only this month.") He said god gave him a gift. I'm still awaiting a full reading, but while i wait, he is pleasantly lecherous. "I have dream with you last night! You ride horses!" I guess heavenly blessed people have a right to be lecherous too.
I served a couple HOMOS, a hookah, lamb kebab and turkish coffees today and afterwards Man says, 'GOSH THIS WAS GREAT, I FELT LIKE I WAS IN GERMANY!'
fuckin carmen san diego up in this place.
There's a guy who works there who makes the hookahs and turkish coffees and reads futures in them. He only read a tidbit of mine, but it was surprisingly accurate. ("You make cry a lot, but only this month.") He said god gave him a gift. I'm still awaiting a full reading, but while i wait, he is pleasantly lecherous. "I have dream with you last night! You ride horses!" I guess heavenly blessed people have a right to be lecherous too.
I served a couple HOMOS, a hookah, lamb kebab and turkish coffees today and afterwards Man says, 'GOSH THIS WAS GREAT, I FELT LIKE I WAS IN GERMANY!'
fuckin carmen san diego up in this place.