Michael wanted some crawdads from popeyes yesterday. Ok it's sorta on the way home so I said sure.
I drive up and say I would like to order the Crawdad Lunchbox, a large order of tenders, and two wraps.
Silence.
Still silence.
Finally, the kid comes back on and says:
We don't have a large order of tenders.
I reply, knowing full well they have a 5 piece and a 3 piece:
Me: Soooooo what DO you have?
Idiot replies: Well, we have a 5 pc and a 3 pc.
ME: Ooooook, well, um, let's see, I think, uh, I'll take the fiiiivvvveee piece..
Prozac MUST be workin, otherwise, I would have spouted off some very obscene words about morons.....
15 minutes after I finish the 10 minute dialog to get my food ordered, Moron brings my food.
I didn't realize that they had to CATCH the crawdads when I ordered them......
He hands me my food with a "Sorry for the wait" and walks off.
I reply: "Thank you and have a nice day. Come back to see me, why doncha?"
Of course by that time he is walkin in the door.....so he probably missed my positively sweet sarcasm......
I almost took my receipt in before he got there and asked them just where did they go to catch the little buggers.......
Prozac was holdin me in the car........for reals........honest......
Layne is amazed at my control lately...
So this must be a good thing.....
Bossman told me that the crew at work was gonna to get a collection up to make sure I would always buy my meds, because I'm much happier.
Happier is good for EVERY BODY he says.
Like the saying, "If Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy", I guess .......
Though Jesse did call up the other day from the floor to tell me I needed a better attitude.
My response was he didn't have to call me.
He said I should be nice.
I responded, I can hang up........
Maybe I need stronger Prozac...........
Cheers my friends!
