It began this morning when I was serenaded by some woman on the walkway below my apartment. (See this morning's warning post below) Turns out she IS a teacher at the pre-school and they were having some kind of program for the kids and parents today. Full Moon!
Walking to work, 2 Rehoboth cops stopped to chat (never happens) and whined about not having dined at the restaurant since the new year. Both left in their separate cruisers, but both arrived for lunch this afternoon. They left with happy faces and raved about their meals. Full Moon!
One of the cooks, while dancing around the kitchen with knives pretending to be Zorro the Gay Blade, or something, stabbed himself with a 7 inch chef's knife. The Cajun Florence Nightingale had to delve into the first-aid kit and dress the dumb-ass' wound. He'll live, damn it and he got a tiny lecture for being a dumb-ass. The wound was deep, though not large, and at one point he was close to tears with pain. Full Moon.
Both bar and dining room were pretty busy all day and at one point a guy came in, told me he was meeting someone and asked to be seated at the hi-tops in the bar area. He neglected to tell me the gender of his dining companion, so I was on the lookout for either who seemed to be searching for someone already in the building. As I sat others and helped servers clear tables, another fellow walks in and asks for a booth - he doesn't tell me about meeting someone - so I seat him in the dining room as requested and go about my duties. Do you follow what is about to happen? Although this guy told the server he was meeting someone, he didn't tell me. Eventually, the 2 dined alone only a few feet away, separated by a single wall, finally meeting up on the way to the men's room, had a good laugh and told me the whole story as they were leaving - together, finally! Full Moon!
As I wrapped up my shift and ordered my after-shift cocktail, a raucous bunch of elderly couples invaded the bar hi-tops to celebrate the 70th birthday of one of their group. It was clear this wasn't their first stop for cocktails. As I sipped my golden margarita I was entertained by this group as they sang big band songs (singing in harmony, mind you) of the 30s and 40s. Damned good, too. Full Moon!
Needless to say that made my day and I walked home humming some 40s classics. My olives are delicious and supper is on the stove. I can't help but wonder what tomorrow has in store.
You can't make this stuff up. Oh well, Cheers!
And so it goes.
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It seems this was a good start of the weekend, hope the other days go down like this as well. Full moon!
ReplyDeleteBTW, had to look twice at the picture, what are those 'flying saucers' doing in there? Are the kitchen staff again up to their tricks. ;)