Whats up with me all of a sudden eh? 3 posts in a month? Man, this blog may just be coming out of hibernation after all!
The Italian Beef dinner I promised turned out pretty yummy if I do say so myself. The fact I had no interest in it didn't stop anyone else from chowing down, I can tell you that! FF and her boys were there right on time and she and one ate the other wouldn't eat it so he just had water I suppose he wasn't hungry. Dunno. Don't really care, his mom was there she can feed him or not ya know? They behaved for the first 20 minutes and then the hellions in them took over and they put on a show of hyperactivitity combined with squealing, squeaking, super fast speaking that sounded like chipmunks and none of us could understand but her and then just sort of hitting each other. It was like a floor show, and then she joined in with the screaming, slapping and rapid chipmunk speak and at some point something clicked when it was noticed that K, myself, Scott and Paul were just sitting there watching the show rather speechless. Scott doesn't like kids at all, he dealt as long as he could and then they went to play guitars on the patio to escape.
I feel bad for FF. Those boys are so out of control at this point there isn't much she's going to be able to turn around- I'm thinking military school lol but that's me. I have almost no patience for kids anymore. I'm an old grouch. I'm still of the old school mind...children seen but not heard...for the most part. A well behaved child who knows their place as a child is always a welcome child....anyway she did lecture them all the way home and they feel really badly for how they acted at my house.
I had a very boring weekend at Denny's. With the exception of mentally plotting the "kidnapping and dumping off in the country somewhere" of this pain in the ass table hogging co-worker OMAR work was pretty much the same shit just a different day. None of us, save for the boss and one co-worker who is Switzerland and likes everyone, none of us can stand OMAR and we have chosen to vote him off the island. Omar likes to hog the door and seat himself too much and then leave his food for us to run for him. Bullshit. Sorry customers of Omar. None of us care enough about you or our jobs to help him anymore. We hope when your service is shit in the future that you tip him appropriately. Feel free to throw the pennies at him. It's fine. We'll cover for you and say we didn't see shit. It's more than being a table hog, btw. We aren't such assholes that we begrudge a good table hog. We figure more props to you...so long as you can handle you station. But! The second WE have to start helping YOU make that money because you have too much to do= yeah...that makes us hate you pretty deep.
Well, Scott and Paul are heading out today, the next stop on their acoustical tour. They'll be back through here in a few weeks...I am looking forward to that already!
4 comments:
WOW, Weeks! I don't know how you contained yourself with those 2 kids.
I'm old school too, and when my mother took us somewhere we sat and didn't move. All she had to do was give us "the look" and we knew better than to even look like we were going to move off the chair. And we would sit for HOURS without a peep. Ahhhh, the good old days when parents could disipline their children.
Amen to that. My mother had the look too. We didn't even need to see it, we could feel that look burning into us from behind if necessary! It was a look that meant business and boy did we jump to act right!
Lol. Omar sounds like a douche. I'll happily come throw pennies at him! :p
Do it! Do it! Or come and give him a REALLY hard time. Like change your order a few times to an entirely new dish.. and then act like you never ordered any of them!
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