I put a tempory tattoo on my arm. I got it from a pack of Airheads candy. It is a picture of barn yard animals from the movie "Home on the Range". I went around last week telling people that I got a tattoo and showing them it like it was real. A good time was had by all.
A woman came into Deebe's last week, one of these very sociably attractive women, so hot and she knows it, with a salad. So I told he politely that we did not allow any outside food of beverage. Without saying anything she got huffy, then asked for a plastic fork, which I gave her. She went out and came back about 20 minutes later. She sat down with her friend, and did not order anything. So after about 10 minutes I went over to her and said, softly and politely "We have a one drink minimum per person, so I am going to have to ask you to come up to the bar and get something to drink." She looks at me and in a snotty voice says "Pardon me?" So I said the same thing to her again as if she actually did not hear me, although I know she did. Then she said "I just had a salad, I am not going to get something to drink now." So I very politely said "If you are not going to get something to drink, I am going to have to ask you to leave." And she said she would leave then. Today she called my boss to complain about me. WHAT THE DILLY OHHH.
It looks like I am going to have to get a livejournal in addition to this one, as all my journal friends or on there. Apparently they are not cool enough for deadjournal.
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