some girl paid for her order tonight with 18 silver dollars. silver dollars, people! when she opened the door and i saw those, those things in her hand, i really hope she saw the look of disgust that came across my face.
seriously. after i took the coins and counted them, i was befuddled. what the fuck am i supposed to do with 18 silver fucking dollars? i couldn't put them in my pocket like i usually do with money; they would've sagged my pants waaaaay too much. but they would have offered up the "is that a roll of silver dollars in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" line. (the answer would've been, "they're fucking silver dollars, prick," said in the surliest voice and face i could muster.)
when i told my dispatcher about the girl paying in silver dollars, he said, "she must be an exotic dancer."
ha.
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