I have to say this is the first time I was eager to blog about something that happened the very same day haha. So anyways, getting to the point… For whatever reason all my classes fall on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This hardly leaves me time to do anything. I get up go to class, I have just enough time to make it back to my apartment to have a 30 minute time space to grub on lunch. And then I have to leave again to get to my next class at Pima and after that the space between that class and the next is a futile attempt to make it home.
If there is one thing I hate, its to be hungry. I hate the dragging effect it has on my body and my poor brain stats to flat line. That’s just no fun for me. I had a lot of stuff to do today before my Pima Spanish class; pick up my workbook from my last semester’s professor and work on some of my homework. All in all, I didn’t have time to make the trip home to eat and get my stuff done. I made a baked potato to take with me for lunch today, and with as absentminded as I can be sometimes, I’m just glad I remembered the potato. But I forgot a fork. Oh that precious silver dinning wear.
I figured it would be no big deal if I borrowed a plastic fork from Pima’s cafeteria. I walked over to the café and asked the lady at the register if there were any forks. She asked me if I had ordered food. Instantly, I knew she was going to be shitty if I said no, so of course I said yes and grabbed a fork and knife… oh and some pepper packets. I heat up my food in the microwave and sit down to enjoy it. Until the damn lunch lady comes over to my table to grab the napkin dispenser and in a low trying to be threatening voice says, “You’re going to have to pay for that fork next time… and the condiments.”
I can honestly say I was in disbelief and wanted to laugh in her face, but I tried being nice. And with a smile because I couldn’t hold that much back, told her “oh I’m sorry I forgot my fork.” And she walks away with the napkins because apparently those aren’t free either. I have to admit I was pretty irritated. And as much as I wanted to lick my fork and knife clean and kindly give it back to her, I assume for washing and reusing. I can proudly say I didn’t because I got in trouble the last time I decided to be a shit head and I know it’s not my fault she obviously hates her life. What a crazy plastic fork lunch lady Nazi.
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Your assumption on the way the lunch lady fork Nazi feels about her life is probably a good one. There is a transit who likes to come watch Sports Center at my restaurant. Initially, he only came in to get a courtesy cup of water. This I allowed. On his next visit, this unfortunate man bought a beer. He drank the first half in several gulps but proceeded to babysit the rest for hours. There comes a point when enough is enough, so I told the gentleman that I can't have him hanging around there all night. So what happens the next time he arrives? He buys fries and takes at least a minute on each cut. Again I, eventually, am obligated to ask this man to leave. If he didn't twitch and scratch his loosely anchored hair follicles, if he didn't smell so bad, or even if he just left in a timely manner, I would be happy to serve him. Point being, I have a pretty good life. I'm a generally happy person. It takes a lot for me to become upset with a visitor, much more than a person that just needs a bit of water, or somewhere to sit for five minutes. Your fork Nazi probably doesn't belong in the service industry. Sometimes you have to give away a fork. Let me ask you, would you ever buy food from her?
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