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wickedfleaIt's bats all up in it!
That's my school, man.
There used to be a restaurant called Golden Corral (is that a chain?) in Pulaski, VA, a town where I lived for about a year. I never ate there, but some friends of my mom told her that they were in there one night and a freaking SNAKE fell from the ceiling and slithered across the floor. And reportedly that was a fairly common occurrence at that restaurant. That sounds like the kind of thing that would happen on my shift. "Um, no sir, we've NEVER seen a snake in here before. Some other customers must have brought it in with them. I'm very sorry that this has ruined your dining experience; may I offer you a coupon for a free meal on your next trip?"
No, I never had to deal with bats or snakes, but I did have to deal with a few mice. One time Tom MacIntyre and I were running around the Radford Burger King dining room and furiously trying to catch a mouse with dustpans and brooms before any customers happened in. (We had the dustpans and brooms, I mean, not the mouse.) If you ever decide that you'd like to feel completely ineffectual and you want to do something hopelessly futile, just try sweeping up a mouse that's running about 40 mph. It only takes about a minute and a half of that before you stop in the middle of everything and say, "Why, God? WHY have you brought me to this place?"
And then there was the time that Wackel found a mouse in the kitchen and stomped it to death. And that was bad enough -- but then he picked it up with his gloved hand, threw it away, and started to go back to work.
"Um, Wackel? Please tell me you're going to wash your hands with soap and bleach for at least twenty minutes -- right?"
"Huh? Oh . . . yeah."
Yeah, I know. RALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPH.
That's my school, man.
There used to be a restaurant called Golden Corral (is that a chain?) in Pulaski, VA, a town where I lived for about a year. I never ate there, but some friends of my mom told her that they were in there one night and a freaking SNAKE fell from the ceiling and slithered across the floor. And reportedly that was a fairly common occurrence at that restaurant. That sounds like the kind of thing that would happen on my shift. "Um, no sir, we've NEVER seen a snake in here before. Some other customers must have brought it in with them. I'm very sorry that this has ruined your dining experience; may I offer you a coupon for a free meal on your next trip?"
No, I never had to deal with bats or snakes, but I did have to deal with a few mice. One time Tom MacIntyre and I were running around the Radford Burger King dining room and furiously trying to catch a mouse with dustpans and brooms before any customers happened in. (We had the dustpans and brooms, I mean, not the mouse.) If you ever decide that you'd like to feel completely ineffectual and you want to do something hopelessly futile, just try sweeping up a mouse that's running about 40 mph. It only takes about a minute and a half of that before you stop in the middle of everything and say, "Why, God? WHY have you brought me to this place?"
And then there was the time that Wackel found a mouse in the kitchen and stomped it to death. And that was bad enough -- but then he picked it up with his gloved hand, threw it away, and started to go back to work.
"Um, Wackel? Please tell me you're going to wash your hands with soap and bleach for at least twenty minutes -- right?"
"Huh? Oh . . . yeah."
Yeah, I know. RALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPH.
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