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Okay I had to go into the city again today and for lunch I stopped at the usual BK that I stop at when I'm in that area. This is the same one that has had other wierd things occur like the psychic that randomly told me things would work out and not to worry. Today was no different. I think thats one reason i like eating there as there is usually some kind of show. Today I got double the show.
Okay I walk in the door get in line behind the other guy there. The place is rather quiet. As I rarely order anything different (I am a bit of a stick in the mud in that regard) I just glance at the menu board and look around. Being male I notice the female behind the register is rather cute and in her early to mid twenties and rather well endowed shall we say (probably E or so).
This becomes pertinent as I notice one seems to be riding higher than the other. Tryig to figure out if this is some sort of fashion statement or physical issue I do kinda stare I admit. This was kinda one of those thigns where your vision of reality is kinda skewed for a moment as normality is tilted out from under you.
Stepping up I place my order and then make small talk.
Rah: You doing ok?
BG (Busty Gal): No My bra broke.
Rah: Ahh that sucks, must be uncomfortable? (Thinking that maybe she should go fix it or get another one.)
BG: Yeah it sucks but my manager wont let me go get another one or go without.
Rah: Ahh. That really sucks.
At which point I tell her about this place and give her the url (and my yahoo) and chat her a bit til my food comes up. At which point I bid her good day and retire to a booth in the far corner away from people.
This is where the second phase occurs.
I am sitting there in my corner booth, I hav my food on the right side of the table. I have the newspaper spread out in front of me. I have the headphones for my MP PLayer on. (I cannot use those stupid earbuds as my ears are a wierd shape/size and the standard cheap ones wont fit so I use actual over the ear headphones) I am pretty much ignoring everyone around me. I am dressed rather business like (white dress shirt, black tie, black jacket, black wool coat on seat by me and black pants with black oxfords) as the job that brought me to the city was not rednecky at all, and no judging by the wardrobe it was not knocking on doors and asking people if they found jesus... Now does this look like someone who is being open, inviting and saying come sit and talk to me? I hope not as that wasnt what I was wanting. Unfortunately that is what I got.
I'm sitting there when i notice someone standing on the other side of the table. thinking it was an employee or somethign important I look up and its some geeky white guy. You know the guy who played shaun in shaun of the dead? (Simon Pegg?) This guy looked kinda like him. I take one of the earpieces off and look at him with the Are you being served kind of questioning look. This is the conversation:
SOD: Hi? Mind if I join you?
Rah: Yes I do actually.
SOD: *sitting down, placing his tray over my paper* Cool thanks. So How are you doing?
Rah: *Giving him the Spock eyebrow* Good until you interrupted me.
SOD: Oh. Umm. My therapist told me I needed to get out and talk to people more in the real world.
Rah: *Doing a ben stein* Reallllly. *switchign into talking to 2 year old mode* Well my therapist told me I needed to find more alone time to control my stress so I dont snap and try to kill someone, *looking down at table* again.
By the time I looked back up he was off going to another table where he had just as much luck. I'm not sure what the deal was I'm thinking a recovering WOW or crackquest addict. Either way he went about making friends the wrong way. He eventually wound up sitting alone in the other corner booth.
And the finale of this dinner show visit was the raised voices coming from the back room. 1 male one female. Looking up and removing the headphones I caught this interesting gem:
BG: *storming out of back area still having wardrobe issues* You can run this effing place without me I quit and youre gonna be so effed (Apparently she has a bit of a temper)
Manager: Well you cant quit because I fired you!
Yeah take that BG.
While I applaud him for getting the last word in for that argument they where rather poorly chosen last words. Shall we say? And rather empathically saying them so that beethoven could have heard him in front of several witnesses is not going to be pleasing to corporate I am sure.
As I am not going to be goin back down there until next month at the earliest unless BG signs in and talks about it or emails me I wont be able to tell you more about this. And by next month I imagine there will be new management and some other wierd event. I swear that place in on a ley line nexus of strangeness.
Okay I walk in the door get in line behind the other guy there. The place is rather quiet. As I rarely order anything different (I am a bit of a stick in the mud in that regard) I just glance at the menu board and look around. Being male I notice the female behind the register is rather cute and in her early to mid twenties and rather well endowed shall we say (probably E or so).
This becomes pertinent as I notice one seems to be riding higher than the other. Tryig to figure out if this is some sort of fashion statement or physical issue I do kinda stare I admit. This was kinda one of those thigns where your vision of reality is kinda skewed for a moment as normality is tilted out from under you.
Stepping up I place my order and then make small talk.
Rah: You doing ok?
BG (Busty Gal): No My bra broke.
Rah: Ahh that sucks, must be uncomfortable? (Thinking that maybe she should go fix it or get another one.)
BG: Yeah it sucks but my manager wont let me go get another one or go without.
Rah: Ahh. That really sucks.
At which point I tell her about this place and give her the url (and my yahoo) and chat her a bit til my food comes up. At which point I bid her good day and retire to a booth in the far corner away from people.
This is where the second phase occurs.
I am sitting there in my corner booth, I hav my food on the right side of the table. I have the newspaper spread out in front of me. I have the headphones for my MP PLayer on. (I cannot use those stupid earbuds as my ears are a wierd shape/size and the standard cheap ones wont fit so I use actual over the ear headphones) I am pretty much ignoring everyone around me. I am dressed rather business like (white dress shirt, black tie, black jacket, black wool coat on seat by me and black pants with black oxfords) as the job that brought me to the city was not rednecky at all, and no judging by the wardrobe it was not knocking on doors and asking people if they found jesus... Now does this look like someone who is being open, inviting and saying come sit and talk to me? I hope not as that wasnt what I was wanting. Unfortunately that is what I got.
I'm sitting there when i notice someone standing on the other side of the table. thinking it was an employee or somethign important I look up and its some geeky white guy. You know the guy who played shaun in shaun of the dead? (Simon Pegg?) This guy looked kinda like him. I take one of the earpieces off and look at him with the Are you being served kind of questioning look. This is the conversation:
SOD: Hi? Mind if I join you?
Rah: Yes I do actually.
SOD: *sitting down, placing his tray over my paper* Cool thanks. So How are you doing?
Rah: *Giving him the Spock eyebrow* Good until you interrupted me.
SOD: Oh. Umm. My therapist told me I needed to get out and talk to people more in the real world.
Rah: *Doing a ben stein* Reallllly. *switchign into talking to 2 year old mode* Well my therapist told me I needed to find more alone time to control my stress so I dont snap and try to kill someone, *looking down at table* again.
By the time I looked back up he was off going to another table where he had just as much luck. I'm not sure what the deal was I'm thinking a recovering WOW or crackquest addict. Either way he went about making friends the wrong way. He eventually wound up sitting alone in the other corner booth.
And the finale of this dinner show visit was the raised voices coming from the back room. 1 male one female. Looking up and removing the headphones I caught this interesting gem:
BG: *storming out of back area still having wardrobe issues* You can run this effing place without me I quit and youre gonna be so effed (Apparently she has a bit of a temper)
Manager: Well you cant quit because I fired you!
Yeah take that BG.
While I applaud him for getting the last word in for that argument they where rather poorly chosen last words. Shall we say? And rather empathically saying them so that beethoven could have heard him in front of several witnesses is not going to be pleasing to corporate I am sure.As I am not going to be goin back down there until next month at the earliest unless BG signs in and talks about it or emails me I wont be able to tell you more about this. And by next month I imagine there will be new management and some other wierd event. I swear that place in on a ley line nexus of strangeness.
It was the first thing that came to mind that was not going to be really rude just kinda smart alecky. I mean I didnt wanna just snap at the guy to get the eff away as he really didn't do anything really wrong just wierd. I mean in an entusiastically awkward kinda rude way. And yeah the idea he might have ADD or aspergers or something did cross my mind after he went off but I was already having a grumpy day myself just being in the city and sorry to say didnt feel like playing Junier Jack therapist for this guy.
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