Saturday at the BK Lounge and Sunday at the park.
As I mention in my previous post, I had to go into work at 2 Saturday. All the morning shift people were still there, so I didn’t know any damn body. It was all the same as any other workday until the night shift crew came in. But it was fucking hot. I made good use of the driers in the bathroom. Anyway, after I’d been there a few hours, I finally got to go on break. I settle down at a table in the nice, cool, air conditioned dining room and pull out my book, and start reading. A couple comes in a little while later, and they seem to be arguing about something. As I’m walking to the bathroom, the guy walks out, leaving the girl to stand there and scoff after him. When I come out, she’s gone. So I go back and clock in, wash my hands, ect, ect. When I get back up to the register, the guy’s back. Now, he’s not cute, but he’s not hideous. He’s got faded tattoos up and down his arms, a scraggly beard, and mussed hair under a dirty hat. He comes up to the register to order.
“Hello sir, is this for here or to go?”
“Uhm, it’s to go. I’ll take 2 Whopper Jr’s and your phone number” He grinned and raised an eyebrow.
I blinked a few times. “Uhhh…no. Do you want cheese on those?”
“You put whatever you want on em’ sugar” He grinned again, as if that second time would make my knees weak.
Needless to say, I filled that order as fast as I could and got him outta there. I started laughing and shaking my head, so I think most of the patrons who were there must’ve thought I’d gone kookoobananas.
Then this lady comes in and orders a Cheeseburger with no cheese. Brilliance…
As always, it was nearing closing time, so naturally, we were busy. One guy stayed in the drive thru for 10 whole minutes, talking on his damn cell phone. Let me tell you something else. Drive-thru is timed. We have a certain amount of time to get those cars through and out. So Mr. Fucktard who just couldn’t tell whoever he was on the phone with to hold on a second so he could fucking order totally killed the time thing for the day. Congratulations Asshat! By 10, I was worn out. There was a stool behind the counter for some reason, so I sat down. Everyone laughed. I finally got to go home at
Since I had today off, we went fishing. We stopped at a convenience store for some worms, and outside were parked two Harley’s. One was silver, and the other cream and some form of red. The cream and red one looked like a girl bike. La Madre said the silver one looked like an old man bike. But I liked it. Anyway, we get to the park, and drive around to find a spot to fish, and end up going all the way around in a circle. We park, and hoof it to a spot in the shade. La Madre is the first to catch a fish. But it was stupid, and swallowed the hook, thus sentencing itself to death. So La Novia de El Hermano (The girlfriend of the brother) suggested that it be cut up and used for bait. But La Madre wouldn’t do it, so she let La Novia do it. So La Novia pulls out her knife and starts hacking away at Mr. Fishy. And yes, we took pictures. The El Hermano caught one. We put it in the little basket thingy just in case we caught more, since this one didn’t kill itself. But it got too hot, so we gave up, and went to get ice cream. Then we went to the Dollar Store to try and find some salsa for the fajitas I later made for dinner. But all we ended up getting was a day planner for me, and one of those ties for dogs that you screw into the ground. I was going to get a scrubs top to go with the bottoms I already had, but I decided on the planner instead. Why a scrubs top you ask? Because! I need a pair of Scrubs watching scrubs! Duh! Once we’d gotten home, fixed and eaten dinner, I began to contemplate my being a Senior. I feel incredibly old.
