Multitasking
Yesterday must have been national tip your barista day, cause I made about five dollars in tips. That's pretty impressive, considering most days I walk home with nothing or a few pennies.
I also encountered the scariest man in the world at work. He was huge with an unkempt beard and spoke in a very low voice. When he didn't speak his mouth went slack-jawed and I could see his yellow teeth. Something in his eyes told me he didn't respect or like people. At all. Lots of anger. I was a bug to him. I assumed he was an escaped mental patient who had been put away for raping and murdering tens of women. I really didn't like the fact that I had to talk to him, take his order, deliver his sandwich, reheat his half eaten sandwich (he wanted it hot! Not warm!!!!!) and clean up his dirty napkins that he had spread out all over a table. Plus, I caught him staring at me a couple of time. As you can imagine, that didn't make me too comfortable.
I wasn't surprised when he left the cafe carrying a black garbage bag of his belongings. Meet one of the homeless crazies of the Squirrel Hill District.
When I was alone in my apartment after dark. I started freaking myself by considering the possibility that he'd followed me to class and then home. I could see him breaking into the building. Plus I think he'd win in a fight against my door. In the end, I reminded myself that I was probably too irrelevant in his mind to necessitate all that time and effort.
Sometimes it sucks having a vivid imagination.
My head is weird.
I had a dream I was dating Dave Grohl. But I haven't listened to the Foo Fighters in months. I've never had a celebrity crush on him either. Don't know where that came from.
I also encountered the scariest man in the world at work. He was huge with an unkempt beard and spoke in a very low voice. When he didn't speak his mouth went slack-jawed and I could see his yellow teeth. Something in his eyes told me he didn't respect or like people. At all. Lots of anger. I was a bug to him. I assumed he was an escaped mental patient who had been put away for raping and murdering tens of women. I really didn't like the fact that I had to talk to him, take his order, deliver his sandwich, reheat his half eaten sandwich (he wanted it hot! Not warm!!!!!) and clean up his dirty napkins that he had spread out all over a table. Plus, I caught him staring at me a couple of time. As you can imagine, that didn't make me too comfortable.
I wasn't surprised when he left the cafe carrying a black garbage bag of his belongings. Meet one of the homeless crazies of the Squirrel Hill District.
When I was alone in my apartment after dark. I started freaking myself by considering the possibility that he'd followed me to class and then home. I could see him breaking into the building. Plus I think he'd win in a fight against my door. In the end, I reminded myself that I was probably too irrelevant in his mind to necessitate all that time and effort.
Sometimes it sucks having a vivid imagination.
My head is weird.
I had a dream I was dating Dave Grohl. But I haven't listened to the Foo Fighters in months. I've never had a celebrity crush on him either. Don't know where that came from.
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