The speaker phone things were pretty radical. I think in LA we maybe got the first batch they ever built, because they never seemed to work worth shit, for the first couple of years. It was like a bumpy ride, into the space age.
When I was young, I could remember stuff like that. At sixteen I was the "cook" in a ski resort, and had a couple-three grills and 2-600 for lunch, and never read the tickets, wasn't time, they just yelled at me, and I remembered it all and whose and yadda. I had a brain. I did the whole thing except dishes. It would take me a couple of decades, now.
One of my "girls" dropped a large chili in a guys ski boot. It was my first bounced paycheck, too. Never got my last two weekends pay. Rude awakening. I didn't think they should be cheating.
A friend of mine set a restaurant on fire. Like engulfed. Accidentally. I mean, duh.
I got another job just then, but I was in to pot, you know, marijuana, skiff, reefer; and accidentally switched cinnamon for paprika on all the potato salads. I don't think it's the dope though, cuz it's just me. You can only impair un-impared performance.
It's all about paying attention. I don't. Who wants to do that?
Sheesh.
Dullsville, man. |
