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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!"
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.
Apple.
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 today...at 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.
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