TC's done lost it.
Gone 'round the bend, flipped his wig... lost it.
On a daily basis, he says shit to us that is just unbelievable. Today, though, he topped himself. Today, it was me he deigned to speak to and what he said.... Dear Gawd. I'm still shakin' my head and he said it around, what? 1:00pm, maybe? I had called in an order. I went back to pick it up and started to call it again. (We hafta call it both times, ordering and picking up.) (That way, see, we get two chances to say it wrong, thus TC gets two chances to chew our asses...) Anyway, I go to call it... start naming food and TC interrupts me to say, "Aww, quit tryin' to sound all sexy. Just pick up." I said, and I quote, "Wha? Wha? What? Are you high? Got'ny left, 'cause I'd like to try that stuff, man. Are ya kidding? Sexy? What?" He said nothing further... then.Just grinned. I wandered off, completely brain-drained by that. All I could say was, "Do WHAT?" Trying to be sexy?
Me? At HIM? Oh, puh-leeze. What da fuck... where did he get that from?
Jeezus. The fucked up part is that I could feel my face get hot (red) when he said it and it kept doing it. THEN, I hadda go back there and, from about 20 feet away, I can hear him say, "Here comes Sexy Tone..." I stopped. Looked back over my shoulder. Nope. Nobody back there.
So, again...
Wha? Me? WHY???? What am I doing?
I'm just talkin'.... I don't even know HOW to "try" to be sexy.
Seems to me that "women" who TRY to be sexy just look like stupid whores, for the most part. Therefore, and because I didn't have female friends growing up to learn from, I never did learn that game. (The only exception to that... the only time I ever even "try" to be sexy is when I'm singing Barry White.
And, I assure you... I was neither singing nor speaking in a Barry voice when I called that order.
EITHER TIME!) I don't go 'round trying to be anything, let alone sexy, fer cripes sake. I'm just me.
Good or bad. Or "sexy"...
*eye roll* Man. What has gotten into this dipstick? Sweetie was actually hosting today, for a change.
He noticed me looking kinda "vacant" and lost and I'm pretty sure he noticed the third time I went up to that one table, AGAIN without the damned decaf, so he asked me what was wrong... "Oh nuthin'. TC just used the word "sexy" in conjunction with me and made me forget everything, is all... Who're you, by the way?" (Just kidding about that last part....) He cracked up and said, "Oh no. You just be sexy for ME.", whatever in God's name that meant.
I think it means I work with a buncha nutjobs, myself... The meanest cook IN THE UNIVERSE said "sexy".
To ME. *somebody hold me... I'm skeert* I just wish I knew why... besides, of course, for the mind-melting aspects, which I'm sure he was counting on/hoping for, which he got. In spades. One thing besides cooking he's good at and that's devastating you with a single sentence.
Usually, it's done outta sheer meanness, though.
I dunno what da hell this was. That dipstick. And, I've gotta work with him again in the morning.
Then, again on Monday, then Tuesday, then Thursday, then Friday... ad infinitum. Bet it doesn't take him til the end of tomorrow to have me wantin' to kill 'im again. Sexy.
Oookay.
What eeeever you say, TC.
As usual. (Well, he's ALWAYS right every other gotdamned time. Just ask him. I never get to argue at any other time, so why try now? *big, toothy grin*) Sexy... God help me.
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