Wednesday, September 23, 1998

The Little Things

Hey, I'm going to be insane and actually try and catch up. Well, it seems as though that last quote flew over everybody's head. Or maybe I just didn't tell it well enough. I did remember to mention the duck, didn't I? Anyway, the race is just about over anyway. McGwire hit 70, and Sosa only has one extra game to knock 6 homers. I got my money on Big Mac if anybody wants to bet.
Hey. This is sort of exciting if you're me. I forgot how much I hate assholes. I carded this guy the other night who was trying to buy alcohol. He didn't have his ID, but claimed to be 29. I told him that it was cool that he was 29 and all, but I still couldn't get him alcohol. So his girlfriend "changes her mind" and gets a Long Island Ice Tea, which he proceeds to drink right in front of me. Well, I got my manager to talk to him, and the following time I went out to his table, he was very visibly upset. He started cursing at me and threatened to kick my ass in the parking lot later. So I gave him a red card and kicked him out of the restaurant.

Well, that wasn't the real ending, but the real ending is slightly more boring, so that will suffice. This quote came from that lovely place I call work (Bennigans, I don't really consider that stuff I do at UMBC work). One of the waitresses is dating one of the waiters there, and apparently, they are going on a few years together now. Well, she was sorta weeded (busy) one day and came back into the wait station, where there were four guys all standing around and talking about Mark McGwire. She asked her boyfriend to make her an ice tea while she got some A1 or Corn Chowder or something. So he did, and she picked it up on the way back and said something like "Thanks, honey. You're such a dear. It's the little things that please me." He says "that's why I'm here," and then turns around with a defeated look on his face and waits until she leaves to say...


Quote Of the Day 9/23/98

"It's not THAT little."
-Some guy they call Batman.



We all took his word for it, even though mine's probably bigger.


Waxing on and off,
The Riddler.


Still Standing Right Here...

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