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To love or be loved ? Sep 15, 2008 4:53 pm
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The other night Sep 10, 2008 6:51 pm
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I hope this story amuses you.

The other nite…a friend and I went to see a live band play. It was fun and the band played a lot of Beatles songs…so that was good too. Afterward we decided to stop and get something to eat. It was late at nite already…so when we finally got to the restaurant…we were almost the only ones there.

There was just one other person sitting at the counter drinking coffee and eating a slice of pie….I am not one to judge by appearances…but the person looked a little down on his luck…kinda old and shabby.

Anyways….since the restaurant was empty…we decided to take a seat at the counter also…instead of at a booth. We sat a couple chairs down from the shabby guy…and before we ordered our food…my friend he had to use the restroom. While I was waiting for my friend to return….the shabby guy started to talk to me. “Hi..How’s it going ? he said…I said I’m okay..how about you ? He seemed nice enough.

Finally my friend came back to sit..and we started looking at the menu. The shabby guy got up to leave….and as he was standing at the cashier he called out to me..”Okay then have a good nite” and waived at me. I look up at him and waived right back…smiling and I said..Okay .

Well…the cashier..who is also the waitress comes over to us and says “ that will be
$ 7.88 cents”…for what I ask..and she says for that guy that just left. I ask her…what do you mean ? I don’t know that guy…she says…”I saw you waive and say okay…when he asked you to pay. I said I didn’t agree to pay for him. My friend gets a little upset at this…and says “this is crazy…come on let’s get out of here”.

The waitress starts to get a little upset herself…and now she is raising her voice a bit saying. You have to pay ! My friend says…that’s it we’re out of here.

We stand up and now the waitress calls to the back near the stove area…”Hey Stan..can you come out here…I have a problem”. Well this huge guy..I mean really huge guy…big everywhere. He has a big head on a big neck…connected to a big round body. He’s wearing a stupid paper cooks hat and he has on a disgusting filthy…what used to be white…tank top. And he says..”hey what’s going on here?”

By this time my friend and I are making a very speedy exit to the front door. Now the guy comes around the counter and says “ hey you…stop !” Just as we go out the door…I notice that he has something silvery and shiny in his right hand…could be a spatula…could be a butcher knife. I don’t want to know …and he keeps coming right at us.

We make it to the deserted parking lot…running now to get to my friends car. He gets in on the driver side first and starts trying to start the car…it doesn’t start..it ‘s too cold and the car is a little old and funky. So here my friend is turning the key…neh..neh..neh….neh..neh.neh but the car still won’t start.

Meanwhile I am locked out on the passenger side door…I start to pound the window..open the door..let me in! And here comes the really big…huge…disgusting tank top wearing guy…with that shiny thing in his hand…only now he has it in his right hand over his head like an Indian with a tomahawk…and he looks and sounds furious.

And then…the car starts…my friend finally notices me and leans over to unlock my door. Just as I swing the door open…The Big guy reaches the car…he grabs me and starts pulling my leg !

Just like I’m pulling yours.

For those that don’t know…pulling a leg is like telling a fake story.

Please don’t be upset…I was just trying to amuse you.

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The Blog-o-saurus Sep 5, 2008 2:54 pm
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Okay..first off..I am certain that the word Blog is now in the worlds lexicon for the ages...this is my very first Blog..so it may take me a while to ramp up to a worthy position. Most of the Blogs that I tap into are usually created by insiders in the field or community that they are familiar with..Perez...TMZ...Sounds like Snitch...etc.

Okay so here's my stab at it....I am a sales guy..ewww..yeah that's the sound my friends made the first time I told them what I did for a living. Oh..so your a sales guy..they said..as they pinched their noses like they just whiffed that scent downwind from the gorilla cage at the zoo.

Sales is sales....There's the Alec Baldwin types from that movie...Glen Garry Glen Ross and or there's that guy from Green Acres that sells crap from the back of his pick up truck. I think most sales guys are a little of both. Sometimes slick...sometimes desperate.

But...hey...they say sales makes the world go round...so I'm not ashamed of what I do for a living. In fact there are worse jobs...Outhouse hose sucker upper guys for instance...or gangland graffiti removal from the hood guys...how about 95 year old incontinent diaper changer chicks...Salesguy is looking pretty good. What do you do ?
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