11/8/05
Work was work, nose to the grindstone and I'm all out of proboscis.
Work was work, nose to the grindstone and I'm all out of proboscis.
At five, I went outside for a break and watched a lovely sunset. The sky behind the mountains was a vivid red orange. Even though it was overcast there were some tiny, low-lying clouds which floated past the background. Within five minutes the sky had gone from the color of autumn fire to fading out to a pinkish gray then something far more pale like an oversucked orange popsicle.
This renewed me and made the day entirely worthwhile.
In Yer Dreams
I was riding a train and getting ready to sit down for dinner. A large but shallow bowl of wide egg noodles and tiny meatballs with just enough sauce. I still get hungry thinking about it. Well, turns out that I put the bowl on a table and use the head only to discover upon my return there are four guys sitting in the booth and no food in sight.
The kitchen staff, all of whom are wearing fluorescent pink lipstick regardless of gender, squarely put the blame on the guys. Incensed, I head over and start a confrontation and calling them on their gluttony. Fists start flying and halfway through we stop and realize how stupid it is. All five of us approach the kitchen staff where the guys protest and claim innocence which seems to unsettle the female head chef. The truth comes out that the waitstaff picked up the bowl, scraped it into the trash and returned the bowl to be washed for another use. Had they admitted this gaffe, they would've been bound to give me another dinner for free.
In the end it sure felt like all five of us were going to jump them but we didn't.
The kitchen staff, all of whom are wearing fluorescent pink lipstick regardless of gender, squarely put the blame on the guys. Incensed, I head over and start a confrontation and calling them on their gluttony. Fists start flying and halfway through we stop and realize how stupid it is. All five of us approach the kitchen staff where the guys protest and claim innocence which seems to unsettle the female head chef. The truth comes out that the waitstaff picked up the bowl, scraped it into the trash and returned the bowl to be washed for another use. Had they admitted this gaffe, they would've been bound to give me another dinner for free.
In the end it sure felt like all five of us were going to jump them but we didn't.
