March 30, 2005
Random Crap
You're getting random babbling today because, although I have an actual post drafted, it must wait for a photo. The photo is key, because sometimes, even I can't do something justice with words. One hint: it's not a sweater or a dog. Hopefully, if the photo monkey at Walgreens cooperates, you'll get it tomorrow.
The icon in the upper righthand corner of my masthead is ME, courtesy of The Mini-Mizer, which you can also find to your right, under the heading "Links," a.k.a. Compelling Ways To Be Unproductive.
However, as Heather pointed out, I'm "not really fat and blocky." And for that, she gets an extra portion of gruel lowered into The Pit this evening.
The featured Barbie icon is "Fashion Model Lisette."
So there's a BBQ joint across the partking lot from where I work. Anne, Nicholle and I are there at least once a week, usually on Fridays, for the past nine months.
And every single time we walk in, the host(ess) asks us, "Have you been here before?"
YES, we've been here before! MORE OFTEN THAN YOU, apparently!
And we noticed that this place seems to have quite the turnover rate. We very rarely see the same people, which is weird, considering how often we're there.
I miss Danny. He was tall and kinda cute and had his name tattooed in big, curly letters ON THE SIDE OF HIS NECK. I'm assuming he's now in prison, or he left the state in order to avoid child support payments to his babymama.
Nicholle goes, "I'll bet this is the kind of place where they chop up their employees and feed them into the fire."
And Anne goes, "Yeah, definately."
What? Nicholle makes one of her trademark ridiculously paranoid statements, and Anne agrees with it? Okay, that's unsettling.
When Nicholle says something retarded about catching bird flu from the finches in the building atrium because she read an article about it on the internet, I can easily dismiss it because she's insane. It's what makes her so charming.
But when Anne agrees, then... it must be true. Because Anne knows stuff.
Poor Danny. All he wanted was to run the Guess Your Weight booth at the carnival. But he ended up being part of the hickory smoke that made my burger so dang tastey. God bless you, Danny, wherever you are.
Comments
actually, danny's down here, in the pit, with me. it's HIS fault we got the hose last time - he NEVER puts the lotion back in the basket....
Posted by: heather at March 30, 2005 01:57 PM
Why waste the ex-employees as fuel? It's a BBQ place -- and humans taste much like pork.
Or so I've heard.
Posted by: Max Hufnagel at March 30, 2005 04:57 PM