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.