John Lennon, good guy.
Anyways. Three cops came into work today, in uniform. "How's business," I say. "Steady," one says. I pour soup, make sandwiches. Two of the three tip me. Not bad. Positive communication with the boys in blue, out of the blue.
Mmmm. I want a broken cooke -- white chocolate macadamia nut. Oooh.
It's fun where I work. I was feeling slow when lunch rush was about to start, to I ask for an espresso, and in a minute an espresso in a tiny white glass is waiting for me. Later I sit to a capuccino, and sling sandwiches for families from all over the world. I think Italian families are my favourite. "Si. Si. Piquant? Si."
Ani D. thanks for the music. Somebody complained to the health authorities saying that I was unclean because the bacteria on the money from the cash register can jump onto my apron and then contaminate the food. hahahahaha. Somebody sound the HEALTH ALARM! IT'S THE BIG RED EMERGENCY BUTTON! Most peeps are good, idiots however, are everywhere.
Posted by matty-b at December 8, 2005 9:13 PMHa, like at the crosswalk? (yes ...)
Posted by: joy at December 8, 2005 10:31 PMDo you work at the deli I worked at this summer (If unsure ask Joy for confirmation)? Because I HATED it...
Posted by: Stiffy at December 11, 2005 7:45 PMThe deli in question is a different deli, in style and managerial operations. Very indie, very small. . . I more or less sell deli treats and sandwiches, and meet many middle-aged Australians who look and sound like potatoes.
Posted by: m at December 19, 2005 10:19 PM