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four adults came into the restaurant tonight with five kids. and they sat in my section. that's right: four adults with FIVE FUCKING UNRULY HEATHENISTIC HELL HOUNDS. and, NEVERTHELESS, i was a doting, polite, patient server with a scintillating smile and a voice about 5 octaves above its normal tone. they racked up a $210 bill so i didn't get too peeved. UNTIL THEY DEPARTED, and i picked up the bill (expecting a forty dollar tip (maybe even thirty?)) and found, much to my dismay, a twenty-five dollar tip! i mean, you're buying 16 ounce rib eye steaks for your children, don't you think you could at least spare a 15% tip? confound the butt-holes and their offspring!
i wish i had something to write about other than work. maybe this scorching yeasty?
i woke up this morning at five o'clock to tinkle, and one of my neighbors was using a chainsaw. i refrained from looking out the window lest i witness a bloody chainsaw massacre. the line of fire. i want to stay as far away as i can. as far away from the line where the fire is.
oh, and two more people told me i look ugly with glasses tonight. well, that's not verbatim; the busboy conveyed his thoughts in the following: "you, you face, it, it look so nice. so nice without glasses. is so beautiful. you face, it look so nice. why glasses? it look so nice." right, hombre. i think i'll get contacts before school starts, though. sinner.
one more thing. it turns out that the 22 year old male in the kitchen that i've been CRUSHING on has a wife. and three kids. and he's importing them in from honduras soon. but, nil desperendum, the dishwasher and i have something special in the making.
i wish i had something to write about other than work. maybe this scorching yeasty?
i woke up this morning at five o'clock to tinkle, and one of my neighbors was using a chainsaw. i refrained from looking out the window lest i witness a bloody chainsaw massacre. the line of fire. i want to stay as far away as i can. as far away from the line where the fire is.
oh, and two more people told me i look ugly with glasses tonight. well, that's not verbatim; the busboy conveyed his thoughts in the following: "you, you face, it, it look so nice. so nice without glasses. is so beautiful. you face, it look so nice. why glasses? it look so nice." right, hombre. i think i'll get contacts before school starts, though. sinner.
one more thing. it turns out that the 22 year old male in the kitchen that i've been CRUSHING on has a wife. and three kids. and he's importing them in from honduras soon. but, nil desperendum, the dishwasher and i have something special in the making.