This guy who comes into eat at my job all the time, came in at his normal time today; this guy claims to be 125 years old, and it is easily believable. However, he is only 76, and just hasn't taken good care of himself. And for some reason this guy jokingly(i hope) calls me "good lookin'" every time he sees me. So, now that you know the background story, here is the matter I wish to discuss.
Tom(that's his name), comes into nu-way(diner) today, and it is nothing unusual. He is a crazy old dude that wanders around town all day and then comes in to eat. Today though, he came in, and went directly to talk to two of my customers while I was getting their change for them.
I come back, and it turns out he was talkin' to them about something he had found downtown. Nothing bad. These two guys he was talking to come in more than he does, so they know that he is crazy, and just go with it. They joke with him a little bit, and as I am handing them their change, they jokingly call me "good lookin" (these guys love playing jokes on people, so hearing about my "nickname" was a field day for them), and as I set their money down; Tom says, "Hold on, I want to show you what I found." And the guy reaches into his bag he carries with him everywhere, and pulls out a penny. It isn't anything special, and it isn't what he was looking for, but he did get excited about the penny.
Anyways, he reaches around in his bag, and pulls out a decapitated dead bird. It was the most random shit ever, and then he just put it away like it was nothing. Thankfully, the two guys didn't get worked up about it, and just laughed. And all three of us watched, as Tom went over to the counter to go eat his meal, with the hands that had just been holding the dead fucking bird.
What the fuck, why do I work here?
Tom(that's his name), comes into nu-way(diner) today, and it is nothing unusual. He is a crazy old dude that wanders around town all day and then comes in to eat. Today though, he came in, and went directly to talk to two of my customers while I was getting their change for them.
I come back, and it turns out he was talkin' to them about something he had found downtown. Nothing bad. These two guys he was talking to come in more than he does, so they know that he is crazy, and just go with it. They joke with him a little bit, and as I am handing them their change, they jokingly call me "good lookin" (these guys love playing jokes on people, so hearing about my "nickname" was a field day for them), and as I set their money down; Tom says, "Hold on, I want to show you what I found." And the guy reaches into his bag he carries with him everywhere, and pulls out a penny. It isn't anything special, and it isn't what he was looking for, but he did get excited about the penny.
Anyways, he reaches around in his bag, and pulls out a decapitated dead bird. It was the most random shit ever, and then he just put it away like it was nothing. Thankfully, the two guys didn't get worked up about it, and just laughed. And all three of us watched, as Tom went over to the counter to go eat his meal, with the hands that had just been holding the dead fucking bird.
What the fuck, why do I work here?
