1. I got the night off tonight! Wahoo! Really, all that means is that we are so slooooow that they needed to cut people and I volunteered! New plans for the night: pack, load jeep up, drive to Dorchester, run along the beach in Southie, unload car, unpack boxes, shower, see Unofficial (I think/hope). Yay! So much better than waitressing.
2. There are few things better than hot firemen in uniform… Hot landscapers do qualify, however. I love this time of year because of all the hot young landscapers everywhere… and it continues until October!! Yay eye candy!
3. I just had the strangest experience in take-out food ever. I have a small thing for D’angelos subs. I’ve been eating them since I was an itty-bitty and I love them! So, I call them up to put in an order to go. The guy fumbles around and then asks my name.
Me: “Snarky.”
D’angelos Dude: “Excuse me?”
Me: “SNARKY”
DD: “You don’t SOUND like a Snarky.”
Me: “Well, my name is Snarky.”
DD: “Oh, ok what can I get you…”
Me: “Medium italian with lettuce, tomato, onion, extra pickles and oil and vinegar.”
——————-
I go to pick up the sandwich:
Me: “Hi, I’m picking up for Snarky.”
DD: “Uh… oh… uh… one sec… [seriously flustered]…”
DD then goes and looks at my sandwich, says to his co-worker “I don’t think you gave her enough pickles.” He then, while giving me these strange looks, gets a little container to put even more pickles in. I believe this was his way of flirting… I’m not sure though. He was weird and trying to be tough with his coworker all while giving me these looks.
I felt uncomfortable. Very. Uncomfortable.
i feel your pain. there’s a mediterranean place across the street from my house that i LOVE, but there’s a serious sketchball that works there. he’s super tall, and has the deepest voice ever, and manages to make every aspect of my order sound like an innuendo. every time i go in, he tells me how long it’s been TO THE DAY since the last time i was in… and this place is always busy, so it’s not like i’m the only customer. i’m always scared he’s going to follow me into the parking lot and stick me in the trunk of his car:|
It’s so annoying and … uncomfortable. He was so flustered, and I couldn’t figure out why because I was in gym clothes with no makeup on. Strange. Whatever. Haha.
I’m sure he won’t stick you in the trunk of his car… then he couldn’t look at you
i know, i’m the queen of yoga pants and tank tops… it’s like my uniform. and i have my 5 y.o. son with me 75% of the times i go in (but you’d really be surprised by the number of guys that really dig the single mama thing. WEIRDOS).