Triple Entendre

Because you can always take it more than two steps further.

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Your Waiter Hates You #2: I love people that can’t communicate to each other at a table.
Person: “I’d like the nachos, and ______________, and ___________ as an appetizer.”
Me: “Oh, ma’am, okay - just so you know, that the other person at your table ordered nachos as a main course.”
Person: “Really? Okay, one second… (insert foreign language here) That’s fine, we’ll take two.”
I LOVE THAT YOU ORDER TWO, and I specifically discriminate your order for you in that you are ordering one as an appetizer and main course… and then you go to tell me, that YOU ORDERED ONE AS AN APPETIZER and the other person ate the APPETIZER as his MAIN MEAL during APPETIZERS.
In modern gastronomic civilization, that’s called a 3-course meal.
And the dialogue gets worse.
Person: “Do you know why it’s so cold in here? It’s so cold I can’t even chew…”
Me: “Oh, okay…”
Person: “No, it’s not okay. I’d like to see your manager. I mean look at everyone, they all have their jackets on. No one can eat.”
OH OKAY, QUEEN.
This MAN obviously had small ball syndrome. Oh, and don’t go and proceed to go and yell at the 4’11” hostess because she apparently told you 45 minutes for the A/C to work. Look at the building, do I need to explain physics?
FUCKING IDIOT ASSHOLE!

Your Waiter Hates You #2: I love people that can’t communicate to each other at a table.

Person: “I’d like the nachos, and ______________, and ___________ as an appetizer.”

Me: “Oh, ma’am, okay - just so you know, that the other person at your table ordered nachos as a main course.”

Person: “Really? Okay, one second… (insert foreign language here) That’s fine, we’ll take two.”

I LOVE THAT YOU ORDER TWO, and I specifically discriminate your order for you in that you are ordering one as an appetizer and main course… and then you go to tell me, that YOU ORDERED ONE AS AN APPETIZER and the other person ate the APPETIZER as his MAIN MEAL during APPETIZERS.

In modern gastronomic civilization, that’s called a 3-course meal.

And the dialogue gets worse.

Person: “Do you know why it’s so cold in here? It’s so cold I can’t even chew…”

Me: “Oh, okay…”

Person: “No, it’s not okay. I’d like to see your manager. I mean look at everyone, they all have their jackets on. No one can eat.”

OH OKAY, QUEEN.

This MAN obviously had small ball syndrome. Oh, and don’t go and proceed to go and yell at the 4’11” hostess because she apparently told you 45 minutes for the A/C to work. Look at the building, do I need to explain physics?

FUCKING IDIOT ASSHOLE!

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Back to Black

I, like the rest of the world was so shocked when she died. People can say they saw it coming, but I could never stick to that. It’s troubling for people to say, because some part of these people didn’t know what it was like to be co-dependent on something in their life.

I could never wish, predict, or tell death to someone.

The more and more I think about her passing, it gets sad, tragic and oddly personal - because, she reminds me of my father. He was a person who taught me to let go of my judgments on people with addiction. He was addicted to alcohol, cigarettes, and gambling. Life was complicated for him, and that carried through to his heart, and his death.

When I was young, I used to be mad at my father for abandoning me, but through the years, I realized he had some stuff in his life that held him back. I ended up being the second of five kids, and maybe it was my place in line that puts me at this spot today.

I think the lesson in humanity here is that you can’t condemn someone for things that you may never know about. It’s like kindergarten, if you don’t get the chance to listen, you might not have any room to talk.

In retrospect, I knew Amy as much as I knew my father - most of it was secondhand, but parts were personal. Being a fan, I knew her beautiful, raw voice—her immense talent. The way that drugs aside, her nervousness and shyness when she sang made it oddly endearing to watch her.

I remember watching the Grammys when she performed via satellite. Beyond the craziness, you could see that she was honestly overjoyed to win. It always somehow felt like she might not have known her own talent. She had a charisma and a beauty through her exterior that made such a raw talent to watch. I will miss being able to love hearing her voice live, just as much as I will always miss out on having the chance to reconnect with my father.

I hope that she finds a better place in the world now.

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Dinner! Tonight’s theme is dipping. Edamame, samosas and fries. Variety is the spice of life, didn’t you know? LOL #foodporn  (Taken with Instagram at Cheesecake Factory)

Dinner! Tonight’s theme is dipping. Edamame, samosas and fries. Variety is the spice of life, didn’t you know? LOL #foodporn (Taken with Instagram at Cheesecake Factory)

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