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Hello! I have not been very talkative lately, have I? The main reason is that I've been working the past three nights (making $108 baby), after which I rarely have the energy to organize my thoughts. I am also sick-- my usual upper respiratory infection-- and heavily medicated. I think it's safe to say that my work, illness and meds are interrelated to some extent.
I don't have very much to report seeing as how my past several days have been filled with a lot of nothing, but a funny thing did happen at work tonight.
--BEGIN FLASHBACK SEQUENCE--
Aaron: (sorting glasses in the dishroom)
Server X: (comes in with a pile of plates, a pizza tray on top) Jesus, look at this. Didn't even touch half the pizza.
Aaron: Mm. (eyes the pizza-- tomato and basil)
Server X: Now it'll be trashed. (eyes the pizza too)
Aaron: Damn.
both: (after eyeing the pizza again for a moment, dart a hand towards it at the same time)
Server X: You know, this is against policy.
Aaron: You're right.
Server X: (looks left)
Aaron: (looks right)
both: (inhale pizza)
--END FLASHBACK SEQUENCE--
We plowed through four slices in about, oh, ten seconds. Don't even ask me how, I'm still trying to figure it out.

June 04, 2001 ~ permalink



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