Tonight, was another day in the work force. Yet again, tonight was a terrible tip night. I used to ask..."Is it just me, or are people cheap?" Sadly, today confirmed my fear. PEOPLE IN GLENDALE ARE JUST FUCKING CHEAP SHITS! My shift even started fucktabulous too. I thought I'd go to the mall and shop for an hour before my shiff so I left the house a little before 3:00. By the time I got to ISLANDS, I realized how absent-minded I am. I neglected to take my work uniform with me. As a result, I had to leave and head for home again. I thought that my shopping trip was going to be scrubbed. I ended up having to eat at work and I rushed to the back to get changed. My shift was supposed to start at 4:30. I was so proud of myself for getting changed so quickly. I went to the head host's desk and was ready to report my existence. To my utter dismay, I saw that I was supposed to be at my section at 5:15. I rolled my eyes and went to the back cussing under my breath. "Fuck this, I'm going to the mall and I'm definately buying something." I muttered. I changed out of my uniform and stormed out and and across Broadway Avenue. I ended up killing time and bought two shirts from GAP. Ahhhh...Shopping is somewhat theraputic isn't it?

Funny thing happened at work tonight. I really believe that all of the freaks come out at night. There was a couple that was on a date and of course we all know that no one wants to be cheap when wooing a potential lover. The guy was so slick! He let the girl order first. She just ordered our house burger, the "Big Wave" with cheese. I asked the guy what he wanted to order and he went straight for the kiddie menu. 'How big are these portions? They come with fries, right?" I politely informed him that I couldn't charge him for the child price for the obvious reasons. One of which was his receeding hairline. It turns out that he "lost his appetite" at such a convenient moment. Is there a love doctor in the house?

I learned a new term today at work: duck butter...For those who are easily offended by jokes referring to genitalia, then this blog ends here. If this term intriuges you...then please read on.

Duck butter...I was at the bar wiping up the counter and a co-worker asked me if I knew what the phrase meant. She told me that duck butter is...(here goes) the sweat between a guy's scrotum and thigh. Colorful language isn't it?

I think I will leave this as a final thought of the night.

I can't believe it's not butter!