I work as a waitress, not the best job, but it pays the bills. You may have seen movies about being a waitress, and the gross things we do to your food, and sorry to say, it’s all true. Some of the stuff doesn’t happen, but I have seen some pretty outrageous stuff done to food, and then all the bus boys gather up and the watch the poor guy eat it! I won’t do it, it would just generate some poor karma man. Anyway I walked into the guy next door, you know “The sender back of the Mini Muffins”, and I was feeling particulary ballsey, and asked
“So what was wrong with the mini muffins?”
“Oh those, I dont eat processed sugar.”
“Yeah. I don’t know if they make organic…” I stared at the elevators wall and sighed. It wasn’t an angry sigh, it was just a “try to do something nice for someone..” sigh.
“What was that?”
“What?” I asked ohhh so innocently.
“That sigh, that little pissy sigh?”
“Excuse me, are you the sigh police?”
“What ever lady.” he shook his head in disgust. Whats wrong with a sigh?