Sunday December 8 2013

666 Cavalier (Dec 8 2013)[i]

Waking up at 11:25 a.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.

All day shift at China Wok.

It's a dreary cold windy rainy day. But there's rain-appropriate music on 89.5 FM: smooth piano-driven jazz.

Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Black Tea.

Rush Limbaugh on the radio: "I'm the mayor of Real-ville!"

No Soliciting (Dec 8 2013)

It's busy all day long. Never spending much time at the restaurant; just driving non-stop. But little by little I realize I'm being dealt the shittiest hand for the second day in a row. Stiffs and tips in the low numbers. I just can't understand the logic behind the way some of these customers think. It's pure ignorance. Thankfully, I reap a few good tips here and there. Some decent people still exist in the world.


At some point a beautiful guitar song comes on the radio and truly saves me from insanity...

Edamame Cracker Thins.

After I cash out I have to take two last orders, one of them is an address for 666 Cavalier Drive. I couldn't believe it. If elevators at the oceanfront won't permit a 13th floor then how does this city allow a 666 address?

I knock on the door to the Devil's house in fancy Bay Colony. This kid in fancy black-framed glasses and a red Miami Heat shirt comes out.

"Is the tip included?" he asks.

Me: "Oh. No. That's up to you."

He marks in a $10 tip. Wow. And there you go. My redemption has come, and ironically not from the heavens. Ha. But I still consider it a blessing. And if that wasn't enough I deliver the last and final order to The Mayflower and receive another $10 tip. The guy concluded with, "Thanks for the trouble of coming out here." I really have no room to complain about all.

Back home.

Fried Chicken with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Watching 1492: Conquest of Paradise (1992).

Filling up on Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.

At one point while bringing dirty dishes to the kitchen I decide to bother Kevin. I'm told his new lady friend is in there with him. Just outside his bedroom door I pester him, "Kevin? I need to talk to you about something important."

Kevin: "Go away!"

Me: "Wait, are you naked right now?"

I peer through the crack of the door and catch a glimpse of my answer.

Kevin: "No. I'm not naked!"

Me: "But I can see your penis through the crack."

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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