I meant to post some before and after work observations Saturday night but I've been too tired to post until now.
WWJT? What would Jesus tip? I served a seven top table on Saturday night. After I delivered the meal the group all held hands around the table and prayed before digging into their Cajun food. I've always found this practice a little strange in public but it's probably due to the lack of a Chrisitan upbringing on my part. The table of Christians (or at least the ones I served) tipped eight percent. It could be worse, every table of teenages I've served have left a zero percent tip but that's another story...
On the way home from the resturant I was listening to KJ-103 on the radio. I rarely listen to the garbage they play but nothing of interest was on the other stations and the CD player in my truck is on it's last leg. The song "Don't Phunk With My Heart" was playing by the Black Eyed Peas; a song I rather like. The chorus comes up as "no no no no don't MESS with my heart". What the hell? Is phunk some kind of dirty word that the Oklahoma City metro area can't handle? I'm getting a new CD player next week with a Sirius connection, where I assume I won't be shielded from the dirty lyrics that the kids are listening to these days.
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Jesus, I'm sure, was a terrible tipper. Look how cheap he was. Ordering just water, then getting the whole table drunk. Feeding 5,000 people off one "Loaf 'n' Fish" special. Not the party you'd want to wait on.
PS: I'd like to buy a "C", Dave.
Agreed but at least the waiters at the time had access to affordable health care... "Hey Jesus can you cure my leprosy? My damn HMO won't cover it."
You now have a "C" Bruce. Dann had to point out to me what you meant... still I think Brue's Blog sounds better.
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