The waiter that irritates me the most has been in rare form of late. "El Turd-O", or close enough for horseshoes has become his moniker from me. Somehow, after 27 years of this stuff you would assume my hide would be a bit thicker to twits.
But alas, it has not.
Business at the pink has been busy enough; but not like it was in the past. The management has gotten rid of most of the oldtimers, and replaced them with some real gems of humanity. Dont get me wrong; most are OK, but some are....just so bloody self-centered. You know how most of the youth is today? It is sad to see them so uncaring for themselves as participants in this world. It truly is all about 'me'.
And the "Turd" is mega-man in me-ness.
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