Well Thanks...

That goes out to the ONE person who emailed me when I was sad. Which I still kind of am but nevermind. Grrr. So I guess this means one of two things, either no one is actually reading this blog anymore and I am just sending meaningless babble out into a readerless void or no one who is reading it gives a rats ass. I'm not sure which is the better option. Grrrr again.

Whatever.

The crotchetiest (it's a word) old man in the universe came into my restaurant today. He was great. I would've hugged him but he might have bit me, he was just that crotchety. Here's a sample of our conversation (if you could call it that):

Me: "Can I get you something to drink?"
His wife: "Green tea for me please."
Me: "And for you?"
Him: "Of course!"
His wife: "Tea."
Me: "Regular tea?"
Him: "Very regular!"
His wife: "Yes, orange pekoe."

Me: "Have you decided what you'd like to order?"
Him: "Yes, obviously!"
Me: "So what would you like?"
Him: "Not now! I'll let you know when I want it!"

Me: "What kind of toast would you like with that?"
Him: "The kind that's made from bread!"
His wife: "Brown."

And that's just a snippet of the entire conversation. I'm sure you the gist of it. Towards the middle of the meal he yelled "I know!" so loudly at his wife that the people at the next table jumped and Fred poked his head out of the office to see what was going on. It was great. (This is not sarcasm. He was so miserable it was almost like a cartoon or a muppet or something. I couldn't even take offense). And then a few minutes later I walked past the table as he took his hearing aid out of his ear while his wife was talking to him. Needless to say she got up and left shortly after.

Sometimes I really love my job.