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obvious late-20's hippie burnout with long permed hair (the small curls, too) and cutoff jean shorts: "hey, so whats the deal with dinner?"
me: "whadda mean?" (bear in mind that i work at a cafe in a hostel now, that serves breakfast and dinner)
"what is it?"
"well, tonight its penne pasta with mixed greens and a cream of vegetable soup."
(looking nervously left and right, avoiding eye contact at all costs)"i asked and they said it was here"
"they were right"
"..." (looking left and right, shifting weight from one foot to the other, looking confused and slightly nervous, like he is just emerging from the womb of the early 90's hippie revival, that he spent smoking weed with his buddies in the dorms, playing 'golden eye' on their n64, while listening to 'this new band phish, who are totally jamming on the same vibe as the dead' on an early version of winamp)
"would you like some dinner?" (imagine kindergarden teacher asking the child grasping their crotch if they need to go to the bathroom)
"uh, yeah, that would be awesome"
"hey dude?"
"yeah?"
"next time, can you wear shoes?"
"what?" (looking down, and realizing that, yes, in fact, he was not wearing any shoes or socks) "oh, yeah, sure"
"thanks"
all im saying is, let the dream die dude. let the dream die.
me: "whadda mean?" (bear in mind that i work at a cafe in a hostel now, that serves breakfast and dinner)
"what is it?"
"well, tonight its penne pasta with mixed greens and a cream of vegetable soup."
(looking nervously left and right, avoiding eye contact at all costs)"i asked and they said it was here"
"they were right"
"..." (looking left and right, shifting weight from one foot to the other, looking confused and slightly nervous, like he is just emerging from the womb of the early 90's hippie revival, that he spent smoking weed with his buddies in the dorms, playing 'golden eye' on their n64, while listening to 'this new band phish, who are totally jamming on the same vibe as the dead' on an early version of winamp)
"would you like some dinner?" (imagine kindergarden teacher asking the child grasping their crotch if they need to go to the bathroom)
"uh, yeah, that would be awesome"
"hey dude?"
"yeah?"
"next time, can you wear shoes?"
"what?" (looking down, and realizing that, yes, in fact, he was not wearing any shoes or socks) "oh, yeah, sure"
"thanks"
all im saying is, let the dream die dude. let the dream die.