The more I work with Dallas, the move convinced I become that she's on something. Or several somethings, more likely. A couple of Fridays ago, she was running around like she was freaking possessed. We couldn't understand half of what she was saying--it didn't even sound like English half the time. I think some of it was her spouting off random rap lyrics as she scuttled around the restaurant like a cockroach on crack.
After about four hours of this, I was getting annoyed. I was ringing in an order, and somebody else was rolling silverware next to me, when Dallas came flying around the corner. She jabbed the other person in the side and when she turned to look at her, Dallas just screamed something in her face. No idea what, but something loud and jumbled.
I was facing another five hours at work and I'd had it. Without raising my voice, I turned and said "Dude, you have got to calm down."
Dallas bounced up to her full height (like 4'9") and screeched, "I ain't gotta do nuttin! My momma's in Texas!"
*facepalm*
7 comments:
I figured you should know the scuttling around like a cockroach on crack totally made me laugh out loud for real. That description fits a few of my coworkers!
I shouldn't have said that ... it's derogatory to cockroaches.
I am with Jumpit - the mental image made me spew Ginger Ale - perfect description...
Did she ever calm down btw? She sounds like a twit.
Oh yeah, she swung the other way and started complaining about shit and trying to get out of her sidework.
No Honey...we ain't about to claim her sorry ass.
Lock up all sharp , pointy things around her.
Waves from Houston
oh God. Some girl at my restaurant acts the same way, at least once a week now. We've actually had customers complain that they think she's on a weird unknown substance.
*sigh*......
LMAO! That was good.
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