There's a guy I work with named Peter who, from his shoes to his chin, looks just like Liam. From then on he looks like Eric Adamuik (you know, Allana's boyfriend). Which makes it kind of confusing for me, because I've developed the habit of not looking at people's faces. It gets in the way sometimes.
I've also noticed that there are a lot of ESL kids working in the kitchen. And by kids I mean people over 40 who were probably surgeons or movie stars before they moved to Calgary. I don't know why I used the word "kids" there. It was the wrong word to use. Anyway, I thought I'd tell you because Ryan likes teaching them tongue twisters in his spare time (all the time), which gives me a constant reminder of vocal warmups before performances. It's a kind of warm depression that follows me everywhere I go. I miss West Side Story.
My brother/mother/father is watching a British sitcom upstairs and it's distracting.
Update! The "British sitcom" is actually the Beverly Hillbillies. And that's the end of that chapter.
On the way home from work I was presented with an inner struggle. There's a KFC nearby, and every time I pass it on the bus, I crave it. But whenever I have the opportunity to go inside, I remember that I really don't like KFC, and it would be better in the long run to avoid it. Today, I ignored the little voice in my head warning me of impending disappointment, and picked up some eats. Needless to say, I learned my lesson. The chicken was like flour at the best of times and the fries tasted like drywall and crisco. I don't know if they've changed their recipe or if I'm just getting cynical, but this was not the warm golden KFC of my childhood. I should really stop trying to give fast food a chance.
While I was gnawing on the buttery soft bones of my chicken, a guy came loping in. He looked pretty young, probably a college student, and was flaming drunk. At 2 pm. He started yelling at the cashier ("Now you lissena me", etc.), then put his hands on the janitor's shoulders and said "no one should go home hungry". He stumbled out the door and left without ordering. It was a great moment in human history.
Somebody just called me and asked for Shawna. I guess mine is a popular number.
On the way home, the air actually smelled like someone was frying goats in it. All my life I've wondered what that would smell like. Now I know.
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4 comments:
Well, jest so you know Nomad. KFC recently changed their recipe to remove the trans fats, though it didnt change the flavour, ya know, jest in case you were wondering.
Hermit
It is curious you know these facts about fast food joints, hermy, when you are a vegetarian. you have an odd hobby, i guess.
haha, it is like useless triva...but even MORE useless!!! Congrats Hermy! hahaha! Looove! Hmm, now I kind of want to know what frying goats smells like. Can you explain it? And augh...KFC...augh.
Mouse
Frying goat is a kind of synthesis of bubbling pork fat, burning hair and animal faeces. But if you ever smelled it, you would probably say it smelled like frying goat.
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