i'm in california!!!! yay!!! my flight here was funny. first, i had a layover in dallas, and i always forget how weird texas is. everyone says hi to you and tries to make eye contact, and i'm just like, "dude, let me bury my nose in my book and ignore you for the next 3 hours, thanks; we don't have to be friends." i know. i'm anti-social, but really?? and ALL of the women have pedicures. ALL OF THEM. isn't that a bit much!??! =) then on my flight from dallas, i was sitting by the window, and there was a guy on the aisle and an empty seat between us. we ignored each other for the first couple hours, each reading and then listening to our various electronic devices. then, out of nowhere, he turns and asks me if i want to trade songs. so we spent the last 45 minutes of the flight playing music for each other. it was kind of fun =) definitely better than smalltalk! makes me want to make a mixed tape... errr, mixed cd, i guess that'd be called nowadays.
oh, and i made it onto the plane with a lighter. i didn't even do it on purpose. i'd taken a lighter out of my purse before i left, and i left my keys at home, because i'd had my swiss army knife confiscated the last time i flew, but after i got on the plane in dallas, i was looking for my chapstick in one of the pockets of my backpack, and i pull out a lighter instead. oops!! ha ha.
currently listening to new order's age of consent. we play this mix called senses working overtime at work sometimes when we need to "kick it up a notch," and i can't hear this song without wanting to jump up and down and bang my head like a teenager at an 80's prom. grin.
oh, funny waitressing stories. so last week, i had this large table, and i knew a couple of them spoke german, but i was busy and wasn't really paying attention or whatever, so i come back to refill their waters at some point, and the little 3-year old boy, who had been playing on the floor with his toy train the entire time, starts talking to me in german--"aber ich habe doch nichts getrunken." i'm like, dude, i know, but it's my job, and p.s., this isn't even your water... no, all i really said was, "das weiss ich," and kept going. i mean, i had shit to do. i'd had to bend down to the kid's level to hear him, so i didn't think anyone had even heard me say anything back. but the next time i'm at the table, this guy who was sitting on the other side of the table asks me if i speak german, etc. it was funny. and the kid kept trying to talk to me, which was funny. the mom thought it was cute, and said he was just excited to find someone who understood him, which i guess makes sense. if you're 3, you probably don't really get that everyone else is speaking english, and you're not, or maybe you're just used to being misunderstood anyway, because you're a kid. i don't know. but they'd kind of been a difficult table up until that point, because this old guy was being an ass, and big tables are generally just more work, etc., but the cute little german kid made it all better =)
then i had a german table yesterday. not so cute. another large table. again with small children, four of them. the one woman was ridiculous. (the other two were fine.) she just kept making comments the whole time in german, having, of course, no idea that i could understand her. she wasn't being mean about me personally or anything, but she just kept bitching about americans and american restaurants and ice water and portion sizes, and how we do things differently--different, of course, being wrong!! for example, she had just said to her friend (who had ordered the same thing) that it was too much food, didn't she think? and her friend is like, actually, i was able to finish it. so the rude lady had pushed her plate to the side, and was eating her salad--which, hello, i think is weird, the whole eating salad AFTER dinner thing =)--so i asked if she was finished or wanted a box or anything, and as soon as i turned around, she went off about they would never ask you something like that in germany. you're not in f-ing germany, lady, so deal!! arrggggh. it was just annoying.
a word of advice, folks, don't talk shit in front of your waitress just because you think she can't understand you!!!!!
