We’ll need this final long weekend to recover from the proliferation of recent long weekends.
Yeesh. Talk about a chronic day. If only there was ::actual:: chronic.
Jai gots a funny feeling in me tummy :-/
Jai gonna sleep well tonight. Me likey the icey. Mmm :-)
Yay, a clear and free day to do some writing!
(A father is letting five kids make a complete mess of the restaurant. They’re ripping napkins and using it as confetti, breaking chopsticks and screaming their little heads off.)
Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to tell them to stop doing that. They are disturbing the other customers.”
Father: *beaming* “No.”
Me: “No, as in, no you won’t tell them to stop it?”
Father: *still beaming*“Yes.”
(I have to get back to work at this point and sure enough, the kids keep misbehaving. Several customers complain to me but I have no authority to throw them out. The last to complain is a table with about eight young guys.)
Customer 1: “So there’s nothing you can do about them?”
Me: “I’m so very sorry sir, but no. I can get you a drink from the house to make up for it.”
Customer 2: “No, that won’t do.”
Me: “Well, I can see if I can get you a free desert…”
Customer 2: “Not what I meant. Can’t you get your boss?”
Me: “I’m afraid he’s not in, sir.”
Customer 1: “Well we won’t accept any free stuff. I bet that would come out of your pay.”
Customer 3: Hold on…”
(The customer gets up and the others immediately follow him to the noisy, messy table. They’re now surrounded by eight tall young men who look mighty pissed.)
Customer 3, to the father: “Tell them to stop it.”
Father: *still beaming* “No.”
Customer 1: “You’re upsetting the waitress.”
Father: “Do you guys even work here?”
Customer 1: “No, we’re from that prison up the street. We’re out on parole. Funny coincidence, we all served seven years for kidnapping and murdering a bunch of noisy brats and a jerk who made minimum-wage waitresses cry.”
(At this point the kids become very, very quiet and the other patrons start giggling and staring.)
Father: “You’re lying.”
Customer 4: “Wanna take that chance, buddy?”
(One more lecherous grin was enough to send the whole bunch of misfits scurrying to the exit. My knights in shining armor actually got applause from the other diners and a free meal from me.)
Jai considers this concept of sleep.
Customer: “Excuse me, but I have a complaint to make.”
Me: “Oh, sure. What’s the matter?”
Customer: “I heard a group of teenagers over there talking, and they said the cake that you serve is a lie.”
Customer: “What exactly do you have to say for yourselves?! I come in here, expecting to find a decent establishment, only to find out you are selling fake food!!”
Me: “Um, ma’am. They were repeating a popular phrase from the internet. I can assure you, the cake that we sell very much exists.”
Customer: “Prove it! Show me this cake.”
Customer: “Oh. In that case you should write a letter to the internet about how they’re making up rumors about your products.”
Me: “I’ll… I’ll do that. Thank you.”
Life is one big, long Friday! ^_^ Squeeeee!
Wow. It must be a cold wintery night. Seems ::everyone:: is home on Facebook!
Jai be cold and wet like a puppy dog’s nose.
Feels like my left ear’s in a swimming pool. Wooble. Wooble.