Vitamin C While putting myself through college, I decided to wait tables in a truck stop. Laugh all you like about truck stop waitresses, because I sure was. I figured my good fortune in having all my own teeth and being under the age of forty, not to mention the fact that I knew blue eye shadow had been retired, would pay off in tips. I was right, however I still ran into amazing assholes on a daily basis. One I fondly remember was a female trucker who had that annoying habit of refusing to take her nose out of her menu when ordering, thereby forcing one to strain to hear her order. One afternoon I was suffering from a bad head cold, and was having trouble hearing. Combined with her mumbling into her menu, I was unable to hear her and kindly asked if she could repeat her order, as I was having a rough go hearing. For the first time ever, she looked directly at me. Her voice dripping with uncalled for sarcasm, she loudly repeated her order as if I was retarded instead of ill, spelling out her entire order. Pissed, but dealing, I was cool until she finished with "Oh and I need a grapefruit juice.
Did you HEAR ME? g-r-a-p-e-f-r-u-i-t j-u-i-c-e. Can you HANDLE that *sweety* or should I w-r-i-t-e it
down for you."
Seething, I turned in her order and went to fetch her damn juice. Pausing before re-entering the dining area, I proceeded to take a huge swig of the vile stuff, swish it about in my mouth, and drool it back into her drink. She was a hostile bitch for the remainder of her stay, but I felt much more relaxed knowing I would soon know if what I had was contagious. >=)
She returned on her back trip, sick as a dog from an evil head cold. Hmm, wonder where she picked it up from...