| http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/09/14/myspace.arrest.ap/index.html Wow. There are no words for that. |
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| why does ronjon get to drink and i get to spend 6 hours working? that is not cool. |
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| I'm sick. And swamped with work. Ouch.
Unfortunately updating Xanga doesn't run too high on my priorities list, so I don't know how often I'll get around to it. |
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| So last night CiCi, Patrick, and I walked out of a Waffle House. While I can understand - probably even expect - the certain degree of bitter resentment at the world that comes from being illiterate or a Waffle House waitress or (in the most unfortunate cases) both, I can still say our waitress was a total bitch. After basically relieving herself of any possiblity of getting a tip within the first five minutes of us sitting down, she then absolutely refused to let CiCi and me share an All-Star Breakfast, threatening to throw us out of the restaurant if we did. What's interesting is that this is also all despite the fact that CiCi and I had been in that same Waffle House days earlier and shared the exact same meal. Now, if Waffle House were a buffet, I would understand a "no-sharing" policy. But according to this woman's rules (which she also falsely claimed were printed in the menu), we just weren't allowed. When we tried to reason with her, she just yelled at us even more. So after she'd taken our orders, we waited a couple minutes and just walked out. I also unsuccessfully tried to dial the Waffle House customer service number to complain. The line closes after midnight, but rest assured I will be calling in sometime to bring this Waffle House - or at least their demented waitress - to justice.
Ah, but a Waffle House excursion would not be complete without at least two anecdotes, and this is no exception. After our waitress first told us she'd throw us out for sharing food, I excused myself to the bathroom so I wouldn't laugh directly in her face. Before I even made it to the bathroom, I was interrupted by some guy opening the door to the girls' bathroom and yelling inside. I tried to inconspicuously walk around him - at least until he saw me anyway and enlisted my help in looking for his friend (in the one person bathroom mind you). So on his suggestion, I yelled "hoo-rah!" into the bathroom as he swung open the door. Once we did this a few times and he realized that the bathroom was, in fact, empty all along, he let me go.
Then tonight I got my ass kicked in MVP Baseball. Again.
Party at my house on Saturday night. My whole family's going to my brother's baseball tournament in Florida for a week. Facebook details to come.
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