Had a really awesome morning today. I was up early (6ish). Messed around with some stuff online then went to go get breakfast before work. First I tried The Egg & I, but it was packed with a huge line (it being Sunday morning). I decided to walk down to Sunny Side Up to see if conditions were better there. I was a block away and could already see the line of people huddled outside. Who waits half an hour in October weather to get eggs? I was feeling really frustrated about the whole breakfast thing because it just sounded so right. But I resigned myself to no breakfast and started walking back to Toppers. As I passed the Herkimer, I glanced into the window and saw breakfast food. An option I hadn't even thought of. So I went in and took a seat. My waiter was pretty lousy, all things considered. First he tended to mutter a bit. A couple times I had to ask him to repeat something he'd said. He mentioned something about a "Packers special" and I noticed that I was the only one in the very full bar not wearing green and gold. When he came back to bring my beer (a nice red something or other) he asked "do you need a few minutes to wait for other people to show up?" and I told him "no, it's just me". He looked like I had just told him I was a leper after I'd been gnawing on him ear all night. Like getting breakfast by yourself was a crime. I moved right past that and onto ordering two eggs over easy, wheat toast, hash browns and sausage (patties). He asked specifically what kind of sausage I wanted and I told him specifically. So of course I got links. None of this deterred me from my stated course however. I drank my beer and read a City Pages article about hookah bars closing due to the smoking ban. It was interesting in "huh" kind of way. My food arrived and I devoured it. When I was finishing the last of my hash browns a reasonably unattractive woman came over to ask if I was leaving soon. I looked around and noticed that the place was fairly packed and some people were waiting for tables. Clearly, the waiter's disgust at my solitaire approach to dining had something to due with this situation. I told her that I'd be out of there in a few minutes, once I'd finished my beer and paid. As I was doing the latter and signing the bill, her equally unattractive male friends were already staking out my table with their drinks and trying to make themselves comfortable without making eye contact with the leper. I left feeling quite cheerful despite these characters. A beer and some breakfast will do that.
I had a cigarette on my way from Herkimer to Toppers (I walked extremely slowly). Then went in, and found that only Brittany was there. Not particularly surprising since this is how it usually is when I come in at this hour. She seemed pretty flustered so I just went straight to the back and starting getting myself together for the making of the dough. I checked the walk-in and found to my delight that we had tons of dough and sauce. I needed to do six bins of cheese, but that's normal. I reasoned it wouldn't take me more than a few hours to get out of there. After about half an hour of making cheese in silence I remembered that I'd brought CDs with me to listen to (having exhausted the usefulness of the horribly scuffed disc piles of Toppers). I put in disc 1 of Devo's 'Pioneers Who Got Scalped' album and continued to shred cheese with an industrial appliance. About 15 minutes after I arrived, Shaleen came in the back and I realized that despite the numerous things Brittany had been making up front I hadn't seen a driver yet. It turned out this was because Aaron had called in sick or somesuch and Shaleen couldn't get there until 11:30 or so (hence Brittany's flusteredness). Shaleen grabbed a couple orders and headed for the back door. Before she was quite out of it she asked "is this your CD?". I said "yup" and nodded (this one word being the only one I spoke through my entire shift). She said "I like it!" in a way which is was cheerful enough to be very not-Shaleen. I have a growing suspicion that she's trying to flirt with me in the most basic fashion. Like in the same way that protons and electrons "flirt". I feel the same degree of flattery from it that the electron does, I imagine.
Anyway, I finished my dough shift without another word passing between myself and either of the other people working at the time. I moved from Devo to Elastica (the self-titled album) and then, for the cleaning process, my ace in the hole - the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack. As entertaining as it was today, I can't wait to break it out on Pete and Chuck. Can your rockabilly and smooth jazz stand in the face of the Pussycats? It can not, I say! Socks will be rocked off.
My bus ride home was uneventful except for two things - one, there seems to be a growing number of black teenagers who are okay with talking about themselves or people they know being gay (and not in a derogatory manner). Twice in three days I've heard black kids either talking about coming out or talking about gay friends of theirs. Maybe I just happened to pick the only two buses that was happening on in the entire city, who knows. Secondly, there was a couple sitting in front of me on the way from Uptown towards Midtown this afternoon. The guy looked like me in that he had glasses, was wearing a similar coat and was definitely Jewish. The girl looked like Sarah Klein in the same way that Christina Aguilera c1998 looked like Christina Aguilera c2002 - a firehose and to remove the thick layer of whore was would be required. I overheard some of their conversation at one point the girl asked the guy if he'd ever seen Dune. He said he'd seen "the old one" and he "kinda liked it" which is Minnesotan Jew for "I vaguely know what movie you're talking about, haven't seen it and dislike the genre intensely". He asked her jokingly if she was into sci-fi. It struck me as odd, because knowing whether someone is into sci-fi would be something that happens before the holding-hands-on-the-bus stage of a relationship for me. I knew their relationship was both recently formed and ultimately doomed when she said "yeah kind of, I like some stuff here and there" (which is Minnesotan Jew for "I am a huge sci-fi geek") and for a moment, a mixture of confusion and revulsion washed over his face. Then they got distracted by some kids with snare drums. Some day, whether it's next week or a year from now, they're going to be looking back on the relationship and wondering where it went wrong. And I know where. On the 21. On Arakis. Dune. Desert planet.
I had a cigarette on my way from Herkimer to Toppers (I walked extremely slowly). Then went in, and found that only Brittany was there. Not particularly surprising since this is how it usually is when I come in at this hour. She seemed pretty flustered so I just went straight to the back and starting getting myself together for the making of the dough. I checked the walk-in and found to my delight that we had tons of dough and sauce. I needed to do six bins of cheese, but that's normal. I reasoned it wouldn't take me more than a few hours to get out of there. After about half an hour of making cheese in silence I remembered that I'd brought CDs with me to listen to (having exhausted the usefulness of the horribly scuffed disc piles of Toppers). I put in disc 1 of Devo's 'Pioneers Who Got Scalped' album and continued to shred cheese with an industrial appliance. About 15 minutes after I arrived, Shaleen came in the back and I realized that despite the numerous things Brittany had been making up front I hadn't seen a driver yet. It turned out this was because Aaron had called in sick or somesuch and Shaleen couldn't get there until 11:30 or so (hence Brittany's flusteredness). Shaleen grabbed a couple orders and headed for the back door. Before she was quite out of it she asked "is this your CD?". I said "yup" and nodded (this one word being the only one I spoke through my entire shift). She said "I like it!" in a way which is was cheerful enough to be very not-Shaleen. I have a growing suspicion that she's trying to flirt with me in the most basic fashion. Like in the same way that protons and electrons "flirt". I feel the same degree of flattery from it that the electron does, I imagine.
Anyway, I finished my dough shift without another word passing between myself and either of the other people working at the time. I moved from Devo to Elastica (the self-titled album) and then, for the cleaning process, my ace in the hole - the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack. As entertaining as it was today, I can't wait to break it out on Pete and Chuck. Can your rockabilly and smooth jazz stand in the face of the Pussycats? It can not, I say! Socks will be rocked off.
My bus ride home was uneventful except for two things - one, there seems to be a growing number of black teenagers who are okay with talking about themselves or people they know being gay (and not in a derogatory manner). Twice in three days I've heard black kids either talking about coming out or talking about gay friends of theirs. Maybe I just happened to pick the only two buses that was happening on in the entire city, who knows. Secondly, there was a couple sitting in front of me on the way from Uptown towards Midtown this afternoon. The guy looked like me in that he had glasses, was wearing a similar coat and was definitely Jewish. The girl looked like Sarah Klein in the same way that Christina Aguilera c1998 looked like Christina Aguilera c2002 - a firehose and to remove the thick layer of whore was would be required. I overheard some of their conversation at one point the girl asked the guy if he'd ever seen Dune. He said he'd seen "the old one" and he "kinda liked it" which is Minnesotan Jew for "I vaguely know what movie you're talking about, haven't seen it and dislike the genre intensely". He asked her jokingly if she was into sci-fi. It struck me as odd, because knowing whether someone is into sci-fi would be something that happens before the holding-hands-on-the-bus stage of a relationship for me. I knew their relationship was both recently formed and ultimately doomed when she said "yeah kind of, I like some stuff here and there" (which is Minnesotan Jew for "I am a huge sci-fi geek") and for a moment, a mixture of confusion and revulsion washed over his face. Then they got distracted by some kids with snare drums. Some day, whether it's next week or a year from now, they're going to be looking back on the relationship and wondering where it went wrong. And I know where. On the 21. On Arakis. Dune. Desert planet.
Current Mood: solitary
Current Music: Daft Punk
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