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We lost the internet in our apartment. Pssshh. Can't take advantage of the woman downstairs any more. Her internet. Can't take advantage of her internet.
I have some crazy freaks come into Soba's every Friday morning. Crazy crazy freaks. They bring their Bibles and sit one to a side and then one on the end, as if sitting side by side would give homosexual thoughts or something. And then they sit and say things like "We are beyond reproach. We are beyond reproach" and "Have any of you ever walked through the gates of the kingdom?" "No, tell us about it," "Well, my wife and I were at my inlaws..."
The same day, this group of Republicans come in and talk about Republican stuff all day long. "And do you know they even argue about who's black enough?" They're moderate, I think? Though? Some of them? Because one old lady always makes good points about the idiotic argument for "MARRIAGE IS BETWEEN ONE MAN AND ONE WOMAN!" (She says: "Have they read the old testament?")
Today was insane. Wasn't supposed to be busy, because you'd think people would barbeque or something. Barbeque. Barbie. Barbac--no. Barbeque. Right. BBQ. There were two of us. For thirty tables. And usually we have a hostess/busser, but today only a woman who washes dishes, who speaks no Spanish. I hold to my demand that everyone in the world who eats at a restaurant should work at a restaurant. For one week.
A guy asked to speak to a manager. I said ok, I'll get her, and gestured toward Le. He said "Oh, is the manager that Asian lady?" I said yes, she's the owner. He said "She was who I was going to complain about." Because people don't understand how restaurants work. Sometimes, when it's really busy, you have to wait for a table. And you should never argue with the hostess (Le, who was cooking and hosting) if she tells you that the wait is fifteen minutes and then she seats you in five minutes. I told Le about it, and she said he could fuck off. I really love non-corporate restaurants.
UM. Letssee. I miss pretty much everyone.
I have some crazy freaks come into Soba's every Friday morning. Crazy crazy freaks. They bring their Bibles and sit one to a side and then one on the end, as if sitting side by side would give homosexual thoughts or something. And then they sit and say things like "We are beyond reproach. We are beyond reproach" and "Have any of you ever walked through the gates of the kingdom?" "No, tell us about it," "Well, my wife and I were at my inlaws..."
The same day, this group of Republicans come in and talk about Republican stuff all day long. "And do you know they even argue about who's black enough?" They're moderate, I think? Though? Some of them? Because one old lady always makes good points about the idiotic argument for "MARRIAGE IS BETWEEN ONE MAN AND ONE WOMAN!" (She says: "Have they read the old testament?")
Today was insane. Wasn't supposed to be busy, because you'd think people would barbeque or something. Barbeque. Barbie. Barbac--no. Barbeque. Right. BBQ. There were two of us. For thirty tables. And usually we have a hostess/busser, but today only a woman who washes dishes, who speaks no Spanish. I hold to my demand that everyone in the world who eats at a restaurant should work at a restaurant. For one week.
A guy asked to speak to a manager. I said ok, I'll get her, and gestured toward Le. He said "Oh, is the manager that Asian lady?" I said yes, she's the owner. He said "She was who I was going to complain about." Because people don't understand how restaurants work. Sometimes, when it's really busy, you have to wait for a table. And you should never argue with the hostess (Le, who was cooking and hosting) if she tells you that the wait is fifteen minutes and then she seats you in five minutes. I told Le about it, and she said he could fuck off. I really love non-corporate restaurants.
UM. Letssee. I miss pretty much everyone.