Saturday, December 6, 2008

3:30 in the A.M.

How hard is it to find the computer keys in the dark? I am a fast typer without looking but I keep misplacing my hands and spelling words like this "jpwa ahard os ot"...gahh tonigt was a long night of work and I am trying to wind down. I actually read that looking at a computer screen before you go to bed can actually keep you awake. So I should probably be reading my bible. I thought tomorrow was Sunday and I got all excited because I havent been to church in 2 weeks. (which got a laugh outta my work friends). Then to spite them I sang "I got the joy down in my heart". But I bought a really cute top to wear on Sunday and it should gaurentee me a date if not a wedding proposal, so...I will end with the story of the worst people to ever set foot into the restaurant where I work, Steak n Shake. (Steak n Gay) or (Skank n Shake-By Holly Koper) They are in their fifties, wifey has her breasticles hanging out for the world to meet and hubbie demands that a rootbeer float be on the table before he sits. Wifey orders a double cheese burger, dry dry, but not hard. "I dont want leather. And dont put the cheese in the middle, make it an open faced sandwich with the cheese on top" she says. (side note: i once went to the trouble of drawing a diagram of her burger for the cook, didnt work) "I want at least 4 of the reddest tomatoes you have, and a little onion. And I wont be needing mayonase, I brought my own." She says as she pats the tiny tupperware next to her. (!) Upon delivering her meal she presses her polished finger into the center of her burger patty. "Feel that burger" she says to me. I feel it, violated in some way. Then I say "I will go cook it myself. No one knows how you like it except me,(!!)I guess." Then I go and try to explaing to Alex that she isnt just hating on his cooking skills because he is black, she hates all races of the ones who makes her burger. 7$ later they are gone and I can breathe again until the next weekend when they come in demanding their RBFLs and non-leather roadkill burgers. gah. RBFL=rootbeerfloat

3 comments:

The Kopers said...

At the Wharf, there was this couple that came in EVERY night. Only certain people were "allowed" to wait on them. I was one. Their drinks would be on the table as they sat down, she's take a second Smirnoff on ice after 3 cigarettes, then a third with her salad. We NEVER took their order. We knew what they wanted. And she'd say, "make sure Bob cooks my steak, not that other guy." So I'd go back and announce loudly (so she could hear) that Bob had to make the steak, even though Bob wasn't there! Oh, man. The crazies are the best.

Holly said...

lol, that was enjoyable!

The Kopers said...

You'll be here in a week!!! Woo-hoo!
By the way, I don't know if you are aware but you have the word verification thing on your comment form and the words I always type in make me laugh sometimes. Today it is "ruffouta". I like it. I think I'm going to start working word verification words into my daily vocabulary. Gabby was such a stinker today. I put that little ruffouta to bed early!
...my husband left for 4 days...I'm bored...