Trials.
Memorial day weekend is crap when you work in a Thai restaurant.
Crap, crap crap.
With such proximity to cabins, lakes and beautiful woodlands, it’s as if all the decent people fled the twin cities during this extended weekend to frolick up North.
And what, you may ask, remains when these folk flee the scene?
The leftovers.
Those who wish they were somewhere else, but still want to be doing something so they go out to eat, respond lethargically and tip poorly.
My advice to you leftovers, EAT AT HOME. All of the above is acceptable there.
Jaysus, in an even more unfortunate turn of events…in an attmept to get a calming breeze flowing in the bedroom, I opened the window only to have it slam shut and shatter. My hand is cut in 3 places and I will probably have to pay everything I made tonight to replace it.
