Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Pay no attention to the loudmouth in the kitchen ...

I inadvertently amused half the restaurant the other night. I was walking through the kitchen, and Black Sabbath's "Ironman" was on the radio. So I flexed my arms and bellowed "I AM IRONMAN!" to nobody in particular. The cooks thought it was hilarious. Nothing like a chesty fat girl proclaiming herself to be Ironman, right?

I knew I was loud, but I wasn't expecting the moment of silence and then hysterical laughter from the front of house. As soon as I rounded the corner the bartender, L, who was practically bent over laughing, gasped at me "Was that YOU?"

"Hey, Ozzy was on!" was all I said.

I think my face was a bit red though. And I'm sure the customers were a bit confused, since they were listening to Shania Twain.


P. F. Blogger said...

Haha, Classic!

Anonymous said...

Fat fuck.
Your father hates you.

purplegirl said...

Oh, you're so clever! Do you really have nothing better to do with your life?