Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Random memory
I recently remembered this retarded joke my co-workers and I had a long time ago when we worked in a restaurant. I probably am remembering it because I ate in said restaurant this week-end. You know when you work in a stressful environment where you have to deal with psychotic and sadistic customers on a regular basis, you tend to get a little loopy. We began to name our purses, wallets, backpacks, etc. We also assigned them a sexuality. My purse was bisexual, but I can't recall her name. One guy named his wallet, Wallace. He was a straight wallet. The manager named his briefcase Vanessa - I believe she was a straight black woman. And even though we knew we were completely inane, it was kind of funny. Especially when other people just didn't get it, and looked hopelessly confused and offended. I just thought I would share that little smidgen of insanity from my past with whomever the hell reads this thing, if anyone.
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Was this at King's Palace? I don't remember, if so. Funny story.
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