Look ‘Stache was a jerk about things
when he didn’t have to be, but getting a nice meal at the end of
your work day when you’re coming home to a homeless shelter full of
farting guys is a really small request.
I finished up the dishes, signed it
off, and made my way to the lobby to ask the lobby guy if I could
write myself up for not watching the kitchen securely enough.
I don’t use the phrase “blew his
mind” lightly because people love to say that about the things they
do, but this might be the one time I legitimately blew the mind of
someone over the age of twelve.
He didn’t know how to react and we
talked—very civilly—about it before he got up and got Tosh for
back up. They started saying really nice things and other folks were
walking by and I—
I tend to get a bit of praise over
here. I’ll go over the praise thing later (and the other thing with
Tosh. I haven’t forgotten!), but I get a lot.
It was all a bit much, I slid off of
the seat with a “This is getting awkward. I’m…gonna go now.”
With that, I took my leave and hit the
rack early and unsatisfied.
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