What The Fuck?

Hey Dudes,

So a lot has been on my mind recently. First off, this guy came in to my work today who came in the other day. He talks and orders stuff and just kind of creepily stares at you. So the other day when he came in, Rick was on a break and I took his order. I forget anything weird about when he ordered, but I remember feeling weird.

Then he points to Rick and asks me if he's going to make his tacos. I said yes, but then I just went ahead and made it. The rest of his stay there was all right, but he came and ordered another taco to go and asked for a wrapper for his other taco. I brought one out to him and he said, "There was no sauce on it, that's why."

I have idea!

So he came in today and I took his order out to him. We usually take out green and red salsas when we take their orders out to them. Green being hot and red, mild. We have a little bit of green salsa bottles and mostly red due to popularity. When the lunch rush starts, we take both out to tables, and as we run out we take just the red. If a customer requests green, we'll grab one from an empty table.

So this guy, after giving him his order, points to this green salsa bottle on a table and says, "Can I get that green salsa?"

I say sure and proceed to get it but notice that right next to me is another table with a green salsa bottle. I pick that one up and hand it to him. He says, "Can I get that green salsa?"

"That particular one?" I reply are-you-fucking-seriously and grab it for him and walk away. I tell Rick and he wondered what that guy's deal was. So as I'm bussing tables, he tells me that the men's room is out of soap. I tell him that I'll check on it. He says it's been out of soap since Monday. I say, "Oh, I'll check on it," knowing that I won't do that now, but just to show him, maybe, that it's on my list.

Then I take the full bus tub back and grab an empty one and head back. He hands me his empty cup and asks me to fill it up for him. This is too much. My boss is there, so I do it, but I really wanted to freak out on him. I take it back to his table and place it in front of him and walk away without looking at him or saying anything or even acknowledging his thanks.

The reason this last part pissed me off is, we're not a restaurant. They order the food and we bring it out. That's it. Everything else is available for them to service themselves. For example, The water dispenser is next to the self-serve fountain pop maching, along with the rest of the self-serve beverages that he already got his first cup of water from. Second, he's been here before and knows how it works and doesn't tip us anything and I seriously think he's just purposely being an asshole. I'm going to start treating him like one.

Brad, my boss/owner of the place, would understand. I've done stuff like this before. I'm always nice to people unless they're seriously being asses, then I don't care.

The other thing that I've been thinking about is that there's been this band called Bowling for Soup or something. They have this stupid song about some lady who's stuck in 1985, not physically, but mentally and somehow can't get over it and live in the new world. But the way that the stupid lyrics are, it makes no sense unless this fucking stupid lady actually, after 1985, turned off any form of media and moved into a cave.

For example, the chorus goes, "Springsteen, Modonna/Way before Nirvana/There was U2 and Blondie/Music still on Mtv/Her two kids in high school/Tell her that she's uncool/'cause she's still occupied with 1985." I don't listen to much radio (aside from when I'm at work), but anytime I do, I hear shitloads of Springsteen, Madonna, U2, and Blondie. What the fuck is she talking about. As much as we're allowed to, we try to change the stations periodically so we don't go insane with all the shitty fucking crap on the radio, but I hear at least two to three songs from all of the aforementioned. I could go on and on about the rest of the lyrics, but a band that writes that type of music and that type of song which those type of lyrics, you can't expect them to be too clever with anything.

Before watching Wedding Crashers last night, I bought Black Coffee Blues by Henry Rollins. I'm just reading the first part which is a bunch of different peoples' lives and stuff. Their like miniature charater short stories, very short. The first one is about a girl who met him at a show and said he was nice. She also said that she was dissappointed, because she thought he would be an asshole. He replies, "Next time, I'll kick her ass so she'll cheer up." The stories are awesome so far. Wedding Crashers was pretty good. The best scene is the balloon bicycle scene.

Peace.

New Deal, I Gues...

So I decided to do this thing that I tried a few years ago. I'm going to try to blog at least once a day.

This is mine for today. See you tomorrow.

feces face

I just watched Karate Kid III today. This movie's funny as shit. Like the tournament in the end of the movie, Daniel starts doing this kata (which are these movement type of excercise routine that, I think, help you in certain fight situations), and one of Mark's (the enemy) lackies says, "Hit him. He's hallucinating!"

I also like the way that they write off the previous movie's girlfriend. Like at the beginning of part two, which takes place immediately after Karate Kid, and they went to prom or something, but he comes back to Miyagi's without her. Miyagi asks about her and he says that she left with another guy.

It's really hard to believe that after all they went through in the first movie, and what she went through to prove her love to him, that she would just buckle over instantly like that.

This one wasn't too harsh, though. This one, she got an offer in Japan working for something that she couldn't refuse.

It was also funny that at the tournament, the Cobra Kai were passing out shirts, as they were using the tournament as a marketing tool for the new Cobra Kai chain of dojos they were building. The shirts were awesome. On the front was a cobra and around it it said, "Cobra Kai will never die." On the back it said, "NO MERCY!"

Oh yeah, in case you didn't watch this movie, it starts off with a montage of the first two movies, only the parts with Kreese, up until after the tournament when his students left him. As it happens, he's down on his luck, and since hasn't had a student in nine months. The movie was a whole revenge thing.

And Daniel and Miyagi open a bonzai store...with hilarious results.

I Fucking Hate People

So I may have blogged or said this before but I fucking hate that people think that just because they know someone that they can get free shit. Like a lot of people come to my work and when I bring their meals out to them they'll ask for stuff, that every restaurant charges for, and they'll say, "Just tell Brad (the owner)," or "I'll go ask Brad myself." Just so they don't have to pay, at the most, two dollars for something.

I fucking never go to places that my friends own or work at and expect free shit. If they give it to me, then I'll except it, on certain occassions. Like my friend who works at Mojo's Coffee Shop, which is a small local shop that doesn't thrive or anything, I pay. Or our friends Trey and Lallaya who owns this bar called the Brother's, we don't ever go there and expect free drinks. Once in a while they'll buy us a drink, but we don't go in and expect it.

People are fucking assholes. And I should also mention that are restaurant is sort of like a fast food place where you go up and order, but everything else we do such as serving them and bussing their tables. Then people expect things from us like they do with waiters and waitresses like, "Can you bring me an ashtray?" "They're right there on that table, sir," is my usual response before walking away. We're not your waiters, and maybe if you tipped us like one we'd be a little more accomodating to you.

And we do have a tip jar at the counter with this butterfly made out of two dollar bills hanging directly above it, pretty much in it, that's hanging on this cowbell we have on to ring when people tip. And people do grab it and comment on it and walk away. Or even when the jar's empty they'll ask what the jar's for and we'll say, "it's for tips." And then they'll walk away. Seriously. Or even when they pay by credit card, they'll sign it, fill in the amount, while first hesitating to fill in the tip, and then they'll put a slash or a zero through it and hand it to us.

One last thing that's been bugging me for a while is that we also don't bring out silverware or napkins or other condiments. We have this huge silver table in the open walkway between the smoking and non-smoking rooms. The only thing that's missing to notice it is a huge fucking noise-making neon sign with a mariachi band playing a song about not forgetting your napkins and silverware.

So we bring orders out to them and they'll ask, "Can I get some silverware?" And sometimes they'll be sitting right behind it, or in the non-smoking room meaning that they had to have walked by this huge table, or they'll have napkins all ready, which means that they've been to the table. And I tell them where it is.

I've been to a million restaurants and bars and food serving establishments in my lifetime and I know that if they don't bring you stuff like that, it's obviously on a table or a counter somewhere. Either that or the server was that stupid that they forgot to bring silverware and napkins assumming that you'd eat with your hands and wipe it off on your clothes.

Must kill the human race....

what up, g'z!

Man, I keep on having stuff to blog, but when I come online I forget it all. We're all grilling out today and stuff, and Jeff is back in town. There's also a Twilight Zone marathon going on. This blog sucks. Sorry!