As I crouched there, in the men's room, scraping mysterious brown chunks off the stainless steel wall , I explored the possibility of not being a waitress, a year from now.
posted by Lottie @ 5:39 PM
1 comments
As I crouched there, in the men's room, scraping mysterious brown chunks off the stainless steel wall , I explored the possibility of not being a waitress, a year from now.
posted by Lottie @ 5:39 PM
1 comments
1 Comments:
Last time I did that kind of thinking I ended up in a temp agency. Which is better sometimes and worse sometimes. When I was a waiter I got free food.
Post a Comment
<< Home