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Let me just start by saying, that my icon really doesn't have anything to do with my post, it just made me laugh. A LOT. And I just wanted an excuse to use it. But I digress, onto my actual post.
Can I just say, that tonight sucked more than a whore on 5th street. I mean... seriously. Stupid late football game. >__O We're slow almost all night, and then FIFTEEN EFFING MINUTES TO CLOSE, we have a line all the way OUT THE DOOR. I mean, seriously. We close at eleven, and we were still taking orders at 11:30, and there were still people there until midnight. IT just... sucked. And I ended up getting a little snippy with a customer. >.> Just enough that I noticed, but I don't think she did.
Me> What sandwich did you have?
Toaster> *spewing out MANY freshly toasted sandwitches*
Lady> I would like *starts listing toppings*
Me> What SANDWICH did you have?
Seriously, by the end of the night I was just so tired and crabby, that not even the sidewalk block with "poopy-weener" carved into could make me laugh, like it usually does (and actually is now, at the thought of it). :|
I will say, though. There were a couple things on my walk home that made me nearly crack up.
Manders> *just walking along, minding her own busniess* *passes guy*
Guy> *asks something* *Manders just keeps walking* What, no English? Go back to Ireland! God I hate the Irish.
Manders> *keeps walking along* :| :| :| :| :|
THEN
Manders> *passes a couple other guys walking in opposite direction*
One of the guys> Damnit, why are all the chicks walking AWAY from the bars?
I almost turned around and said "To stay the hell away from creeps like you." But I was almost home, and just wanted to GET home, so I just kept walking. But yes, that was my night in a nutshell. A very very nutty nut shell.
Can I just say, that tonight sucked more than a whore on 5th street. I mean... seriously. Stupid late football game. >__O We're slow almost all night, and then FIFTEEN EFFING MINUTES TO CLOSE, we have a line all the way OUT THE DOOR. I mean, seriously. We close at eleven, and we were still taking orders at 11:30, and there were still people there until midnight. IT just... sucked. And I ended up getting a little snippy with a customer. >.> Just enough that I noticed, but I don't think she did.
Me> What sandwich did you have?
Toaster> *spewing out MANY freshly toasted sandwitches*
Lady> I would like *starts listing toppings*
Me> What SANDWICH did you have?
Seriously, by the end of the night I was just so tired and crabby, that not even the sidewalk block with "poopy-weener" carved into could make me laugh, like it usually does (and actually is now, at the thought of it). :|
I will say, though. There were a couple things on my walk home that made me nearly crack up.
Manders> *just walking along, minding her own busniess* *passes guy*
Guy> *asks something* *Manders just keeps walking* What, no English? Go back to Ireland! God I hate the Irish.
Manders> *keeps walking along* :| :| :| :| :|
THEN
Manders> *passes a couple other guys walking in opposite direction*
One of the guys> Damnit, why are all the chicks walking AWAY from the bars?
I almost turned around and said "To stay the hell away from creeps like you." But I was almost home, and just wanted to GET home, so I just kept walking. But yes, that was my night in a nutshell. A very very nutty nut shell.