"And as he stole another fry she thought she just might lay down and die...."
Dammit. That's why I didn't want to work Halloween. SO SLOW. And nobody really dressed up! Karen wore a Pink Ladies jacket after she saw me decked out, and the guys (i.e. Joey and Damon) wore suits, but were mostly dressed down by the time I got there. But I didn't mind - you know me, looking like a freak is cool as long as it's appreciated.
A guy came in dressed as Quail Man from Doug, which made my night.
"Guess what I am?" -him
"Well, awesome, for one..." -me
"Thanks! So are you!" -him
We talked for a minute and then he went and chilled with his friends. Every so often he'd yell something at me, or I'd scold him for bothering customers. He was loud and confident, and like I said, he kept harassing customers ("Don't worry, sir, Quail Man is here!") and he sang loudly along with the Monster Mash. Apparently, after we closed and I was in the back doing dishes, Karen says he ran by, knocked on the windows, and yelled "Bye!!" And by the way, he was pretty good looking.
I kind of hope he comes back. He was cool.
On my 30 minute lunch break, Joey was sitting outside having just gotten off his shift. He was playing the guitar and said that I should hurry and get my food and come back and chill. Naturally, I did, and that's how I found myself sitting outside on a beautiful Halloween night eating Wendy's with a serenading Joey, who kept stealing my fries.
He suddenly started improvising at one point, which was hilarious and actually pretty good. It was the "30 Minute Break Blues", which basically chronicled my sadness at dropping one of my chicken nuggets on the ground, not wanting to go back to work, and him eating all my french fries. It rhymed well and everything. I was impressed. He had to leave about 15 minutes into my break, something about going to see "Danielle, who's in town", but then I just chilled outside in the beautiful weather. It was really nice.
So those were the highlights of my otherwise fairly dull night.
OH, and remember how Joey thought I was like 25 years old? When we were leaving the store tonight, Mark said something to Shawn and Debbie, who were the last ones into the entryway like, "C'mon, old folks, let's go!" I shook my head at him in disapproval (cuz he's Mark), and he said, "Hey, I can say things like that, I'm the youngest, after all."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"20."
"Honey, I'm 18", I sighed, and then to Karen, "Everyone's so convinced I'm older, I'm starting to think I'm older than I am."
I have a theory that involves a birth certificate conspiracy and adoption that ultimately means I'm actually 22 years old. But for another day. It's time for french bread pizza and scary movies.
Hope everyone had a good Halloween. (And I posted a YouTube clip earlier today, so you got your Video of the Day).
A guy came in dressed as Quail Man from Doug, which made my night.
"Guess what I am?" -him
"Well, awesome, for one..." -me
"Thanks! So are you!" -him
We talked for a minute and then he went and chilled with his friends. Every so often he'd yell something at me, or I'd scold him for bothering customers. He was loud and confident, and like I said, he kept harassing customers ("Don't worry, sir, Quail Man is here!") and he sang loudly along with the Monster Mash. Apparently, after we closed and I was in the back doing dishes, Karen says he ran by, knocked on the windows, and yelled "Bye!!" And by the way, he was pretty good looking.
I kind of hope he comes back. He was cool.
On my 30 minute lunch break, Joey was sitting outside having just gotten off his shift. He was playing the guitar and said that I should hurry and get my food and come back and chill. Naturally, I did, and that's how I found myself sitting outside on a beautiful Halloween night eating Wendy's with a serenading Joey, who kept stealing my fries.
He suddenly started improvising at one point, which was hilarious and actually pretty good. It was the "30 Minute Break Blues", which basically chronicled my sadness at dropping one of my chicken nuggets on the ground, not wanting to go back to work, and him eating all my french fries. It rhymed well and everything. I was impressed. He had to leave about 15 minutes into my break, something about going to see "Danielle, who's in town", but then I just chilled outside in the beautiful weather. It was really nice.
So those were the highlights of my otherwise fairly dull night.
OH, and remember how Joey thought I was like 25 years old? When we were leaving the store tonight, Mark said something to Shawn and Debbie, who were the last ones into the entryway like, "C'mon, old folks, let's go!" I shook my head at him in disapproval (cuz he's Mark), and he said, "Hey, I can say things like that, I'm the youngest, after all."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"20."
"Honey, I'm 18", I sighed, and then to Karen, "Everyone's so convinced I'm older, I'm starting to think I'm older than I am."
I have a theory that involves a birth certificate conspiracy and adoption that ultimately means I'm actually 22 years old. But for another day. It's time for french bread pizza and scary movies.
Hope everyone had a good Halloween. (And I posted a YouTube clip earlier today, so you got your Video of the Day).