'HOMOS!' (is how the other waiters spell hummus)

[fatty_mcstripes]

yesterday marked the start of my life as an indentured servant to the Lebanese of Bloomfield Ave, i.e., waittressing at Addiwan Cafe.  Why they chose to hire me at the start of Ramadan is a mystery to me, as my job is to serve food and Ramadan's job is to have peeps FAST and REPENT.  Currently, I am to Addiwan/Ramadan as slugs are to the Universe

Comments

[kingcracker52]

this guy sounds pretty awsome, does he recieve his visions from the gazing into the coffee, like one might with a crystal ball (called scrying) or does he just get things taht pop into his head? have fun riding horses and serving homos lol

[fatty_mcstripes]

when you finish arabic coffee the grounds remain in the cup and then you flip it over and they make pretty patterns when coming out. It's supposed to be similar to reading tea leaves.

Dear Joyce

[anonymous]

I can't stand the fact that my shift key is missing. So, I have to touch it with just the right amount of pressure. Now, I understand the pain Shaolin Monks and Ninjas feel when blowing out candles by palming air into the flame. It seems like next saturday, we will be visiting you so mark your calendars for October. My self imposed week long exile is getting worse and worse. Friends are constantly being less appreciative of my personal value. I'm looking at jobs and they almost all require a driver's licence or years of experience. I'm a week from disappointing my parents and swallowing my pride to work at a grocery store or some retail hell hole. I need to get out of this place. Maybe, I should just join the peace corps. Anyway, I'll be calling you up in a week or later so we can chillax (chill + relax = an awesome compound word). Keep it legit, while I study for my permit.

Re: Dear Joyce

[fatty_mcstripes]

stop despairing!
it will be ok!
hold out from the grocery jobs, i've been there and it ain't pretty. or even worth your time really.