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Green Tea Ice Cream
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Sunday with the daughter, skating, been a while, she's pretty good. You would expect that, what with 5 years of hockey lessons and all, but I had rather over estimated my progress. And my 2 younger girlfriends, 5 & 7, there waiting, haven't seen them for 6 months, they immediately pounce, berate me for not having brought my scarf to tow them around the rink with, ask if I rode my dragon there and remembered that I was a wizard and checked with the daughter that it was true (and her rather sarcastic and jealous responses...), "What do you feed your dragon?" they ask..."Children" I tell them...
From here we pick up the daughters friend, wander around Cross-Iron Mills, then for dinner to the all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ. Sushi. And watching them order, the second helping, of course they go overboard, we're inundated with excessive sushi and food, I go to the bathroom, they spike my water with Wasabi, I merely switch with the daughter, the putrid yellow-green was a sure giveaway, nevermind...
We order desserts. For them, the tempura ice cream, for me, the green-tea ice cream. The table is still piled with the remnants of our excesses...My Ice cream arrives, I have a bite, "...would either of you like a taste?" I offer, "Yes PLEASE!" they chime, and I pass the spoon to her friend who takes a small mouthful...
A shame, if the daughter had been quicker to seize the leftovers I could have killed 2 birds with one stone...watching her friends face, puzzled, then contorted and the spitting into her water glass..."OMG" begins the daughter "I have never wanted anything so bad in my whole life and been soooo glad I never got it...You gave her Wasabi! You are a GENIUS"...
Never has malice found a more appreciative audience, and I bathe in my dark glory...
These Are Our Customers
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Have I ever mentioned P**** & C********? If not, never mind.
These are our customers. Entitlement taken to it's logical extremes. 2 Excellent long reads for today, one our customers, the others, well, could it be worse?
Link: http://www.latimes.com/projects/la-me-framed/
&&: http://qz.com/774206/how-to-negotiate-for-what-your-worth-according-to-the-women-of-the-famous-moonlite-bunny-ranch-brothel-in-nevada/
Both courtesy of DIGG. But you know that already...
Allahu Akbar
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Trying out a new older waiter, Persian, he reminds the nephew a bit of a cross between Z** and M*****. Which gets him to reminiscing...about a time, busy evening...
...and Z**, older waiter, Muslim, from Bangladesh, short, friendly, hugs and kisses to all the customers, they hated him or they loved him, an even split...
...and Z**, he was kind of the birthday waiter, if it was your birthday or anniversary he made sure you got a sparkler in your dessert and tried to gather the staff to sing "Happy Birthday", nobody was that interested, he often had to do it on his own, it's really all a bit too degrading, more degrading than anyone should have to put up with, that he voluntarily chose to grovel, loved to grovel, well, that was his thing...
...anyways, tensions between Z** and everyone could get a bit high, and one evening, busy evening, when Z** was pandering to a birthday table, running across the dining room with a dessert and a lit sparkler, when the nephew spots him and shouts in his best Arabic accent "Allahu Akbar"...which is, however cruel, funny as hell...he justifies it by explaining that he had been watching those videos (those videos) all day...
The customers, they laughed, hard, non-stop, they're mostly rich white folk anyways who share his prejudices, Z**, he wasn't so amused, and they had a long row in the kitchen before the owner forced them to make up...
A bird in the restaurant
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This morning, arriving at work, a Sparrow perched in the kitchen, it flew in, impatient for the daily feeding of bread. I gently shooed it out, thinking perhaps it might be confused, but it knew it's way and left when it was ready.
Superstition has it that birds flying indoors are an omen of death to come, I've got a month left, it's not my home, these are not my people, this is not my tribe...
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