I do not know French. I barely know English, and get a drink or 3 in me… I mix up my vocabulary embarrassingly. I asked the bartender last night for a q-tip but what I meant was toothpick (so I could get the cherry bits out of the bottom of my old fashioned).
Today I worked from 1pm-9pm, we call this a “drive-thru” shift. It kinda blows because you get the joys of rush hour traffic and none of the joys of drunk tippers.
I had one remarkable ride today before I packed it in due to business being slow and the weather being hot.
I was dropping off a passenger at a grocery store when an old man on a bench half-waved at me. I did not have a call on my computer waiting for me after the passenger I was letting out, so I was a little confused. Continue reading