Chatty Cathy

- I'll be right back y'all, my other table asked for take out cartons and I just plum forgot like 4 times!!!


- y'all know we've got like every game playing on tv right now, I love the redskins!

- what time is is y'all? ten a clock already *woot* I get out of here in a hour, well not get outta here I gotta wrap silverware, fill the salt and pepper. Did y'all know that pepper has to be on the right, because if a blind person came in they would expect the salt to be on the right!


Jaguar Paw's homegirl tells her that happy hour starts at 10 at fridays, even though my better judgement told me that no happy hour starts at 10pm, I went with JP anyways because I just enjoy her company. Anyways we go to Friday's and get seated and the most annoying waitress in the world serves us...

Lina said...

"otherwise I'd probably have a turrets moment and blurt out, "Shutthefuckup!!" and it would be all fast and shit, with a head spasm on the side."

I came close...so very close.

He had a gun to my fucking head!

Here I am trying to enjoy my ruined labor day (I had to work which defeats the purpose of the day, so fuck labor day!) and as I sit down to enjoy my hot salsa, tortillas, and just surf on my sidekick.
I see him.
And he sees me.
He’s one of those nice guys to a fault who works in my department and is one of those people who will follow you to keep a conversation going - a fucking conversation hostage! His demands are an ear to bend and a shoulder to cry on!

Normal people convobortions like...
“yeah….......”
"ok......"
“Oh that’s cool………”
and my personal favorite…
“ daaaang……..”
Notice the periods indicate silence, which is accompanied by closed body language, and a head nod as I slowly resume what I was doing. They just don’t work on this conversation hostage! He’s like a herb...

the friend that no one likes. So he crosses the twenty feet zigzagging through tables mind you to come over and sit down with a “siiiiigh” like he’s found a rest haven to rest his weary body. I had my sidekick in my hand and I was contemplating faking an elaborate phone call with a plot and characters and the whole nine, but I figured that he’d see I was engaged in sidekickery and wave it off.

I should’ve faked
the fucking call.