Scenes from last night:
11442.
Eleven thousand four hundred forty two.
That’s a fuckofalot of people to wait on in a calendar year.
Two positive Yelp/Trip Advisor reviews that mentioned me specifically.
One bad one (offline, so I’m being completely honest here).
Overall, I would say it was a pretty great year.
Scenes from last night:
We are officially in the dredges of summer, and with that, we have a little extra time to stand around and banter. I really wish I could record half of our conversations, because I can’t do even ten percent of them justice.
But I’m still laughing about something that happened last night, and I hope I can convey it in a way to give it its do props.
One of my busboys is about 6’2”, weighs about a buck forty soaking wet, and is all gangly arms and legs in a way that only a young man who hasn’t grown into his own body yet, and just started college. He’s a trip.
I don’t even know how the conversation started, but all of a sudden, he’s talking about Tinder and Bumble and how they’re nothing but sex apps. Now, I don’t Tinder or Bumble, but I was a little confused by his statement.
Me: You’re 18…why are you using dating apps? You should have the pick of girls at your age.
BB: Oh, not me, my friend uses them and he tells me about all the women hitting him up.
Me: Your friend, eh?
BB: Yeah, yeah, he said some twenty six year old woman wanted to have sex with him.
Me: What? I’m mean, I’m sure you’ve had sex and all, but why would a twenty six year old woman want to have sex with an eighteen year old boy. You guys don’t even know what you’re doing yet.
And before my very eyes, this kid puffed his chest up, like he’s the Incredible Hulk or King Kong, and goes, “Oh, yes I do. Trust me, I know!”
I just looked over at my coworker who was sitting there listening to our back and forth and we burst out laughing.
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