silk, milk, and cedar
Hey, so today I wake up knowing I have time to kill till 5. Probably opportune time to make a dent in my summer reading collection. As I Lay Dying, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and that spanish book that my foxy spanish teacher left us. Hmmm.
So like any normal, hungry man would do, I picked the one most visually appealing.
Within the first 10 pages, I start reading about some woman who went on a cake baking marathon. She was then pissed off because the person that was supposed to buy the cake, changed her fucking mind. Within the same 10 pages, I read about some guy named Darl.. (who would name their kid Darl?) Well, Darl started talking about how water tastes much better if it sits in a wooden bucket of Cedar for a few hours. He then enlightens me about his childhood, and his late night, forbidden adventures to drink from the wooden bucket just outside his porch.
Oh yea, the name of the book is As I Lay Dying.
I know.
Last year, I chose the book, The Secret Life Of Bees. At least I got what I paid for. It was about bees, and the secret life they supposedly had. No surprises there. This year, I pick out what is known to me as a let down...but I won't let that mishap get in the way of my overall experience of the book. Maybe the sex and violence comes at the end of the book...
Today, in Carvel, (I work Tuesdays and Wednesdays 12-5pm, and Saturday 5- 12), Guess who comes in. The LUNCH LADY. My coworker and I (James, some kid thats gonna be a junior), were amazed. Finally, we get to serve her.. its like dream, but better. Well, the lunch lady came in with the biggest smile. James and I always chose her as our first choice cashier, not only because she was efficient in monetary affairs, but she also had the silky vocals to go along with it. She was the high pitched one thats by the sandwich making line near the window side of the cafeteria. Yea, her. The one that sounds like mouse sex everytime she opens her mouth. So silky. So deadly.
Carvel isn't bad at all actually. Today was a slow day, and I didn't get many orders of the Sundae Dashers, shakes, or Banana Barges.. thank God. A lot of cool people come in from time to time... we also get a few poopy mofos. One time, some asian chick gave me a 5 dollar tip, and she only bought 2 small cones. But another time, some lady mofo buys 2 sundae dashers and 3 milkshakes, and gave nothing. Don't worry, the cool people outnumber the mofos by a lot.
Some old guy, randomly walks in one day and hands me a carton of skim milk. He says,
"Here, take this, use it for anyone that asks for skim milk."
I take the carton, with a look on my face as if I accidentally got two toys put into in my Happy Meal.
I say, "Oh, thanks, I appreciate it."
Did I mention how he walked into the store? He walked in with this... this stride.... I'm not sure how to explain it...
...like a pimp that is returning an overdue library book.
En route to exiting the store, he glances back and gives me the nod. He walks out and opens the door like hes on a mission. Like I said, the cool people outnumber the poopy ones.
Hm, does anyone know where I can buy a wooden bucket? Preferably cedar. I'm gonna ask my mom to check Bed, Bath, and Beyond tomorrow. My water has been too bland recently.
So like any normal, hungry man would do, I picked the one most visually appealing.
Within the first 10 pages, I start reading about some woman who went on a cake baking marathon. She was then pissed off because the person that was supposed to buy the cake, changed her fucking mind. Within the same 10 pages, I read about some guy named Darl.. (who would name their kid Darl?) Well, Darl started talking about how water tastes much better if it sits in a wooden bucket of Cedar for a few hours. He then enlightens me about his childhood, and his late night, forbidden adventures to drink from the wooden bucket just outside his porch.
Oh yea, the name of the book is As I Lay Dying.
I know.
Last year, I chose the book, The Secret Life Of Bees. At least I got what I paid for. It was about bees, and the secret life they supposedly had. No surprises there. This year, I pick out what is known to me as a let down...but I won't let that mishap get in the way of my overall experience of the book. Maybe the sex and violence comes at the end of the book...
Today, in Carvel, (I work Tuesdays and Wednesdays 12-5pm, and Saturday 5- 12), Guess who comes in. The LUNCH LADY. My coworker and I (James, some kid thats gonna be a junior), were amazed. Finally, we get to serve her.. its like dream, but better. Well, the lunch lady came in with the biggest smile. James and I always chose her as our first choice cashier, not only because she was efficient in monetary affairs, but she also had the silky vocals to go along with it. She was the high pitched one thats by the sandwich making line near the window side of the cafeteria. Yea, her. The one that sounds like mouse sex everytime she opens her mouth. So silky. So deadly.
Carvel isn't bad at all actually. Today was a slow day, and I didn't get many orders of the Sundae Dashers, shakes, or Banana Barges.. thank God. A lot of cool people come in from time to time... we also get a few poopy mofos. One time, some asian chick gave me a 5 dollar tip, and she only bought 2 small cones. But another time, some lady mofo buys 2 sundae dashers and 3 milkshakes, and gave nothing. Don't worry, the cool people outnumber the mofos by a lot.
Some old guy, randomly walks in one day and hands me a carton of skim milk. He says,
"Here, take this, use it for anyone that asks for skim milk."
I take the carton, with a look on my face as if I accidentally got two toys put into in my Happy Meal.
I say, "Oh, thanks, I appreciate it."
Did I mention how he walked into the store? He walked in with this... this stride.... I'm not sure how to explain it...
...like a pimp that is returning an overdue library book.
En route to exiting the store, he glances back and gives me the nod. He walks out and opens the door like hes on a mission. Like I said, the cool people outnumber the poopy ones.
Hm, does anyone know where I can buy a wooden bucket? Preferably cedar. I'm gonna ask my mom to check Bed, Bath, and Beyond tomorrow. My water has been too bland recently.
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