The other night Munkie and I had just got done studying at the library and eating at Crossroads, so I called Shereen up and asked her for a ride home. She told me she would be there in a minute.
It was pretty cold out and Munkie and I were getting restless waiting for her to come. That’s when we heard the low rumble, and the line of bright lights coming our way.
It was Jeffrey’s Rider truck.
For those who don’t know, Jeffrey had to store all of his things in this Rider truck because he was forced to move out of the Treehouse before his new house was ready. He parked the Rider in the church parking lot for a couple of days before he could move his things in. Anyways, as they approached, Munkie and I could hear Eddie Money blasting. When they pulled up, I was a little bit disappointed because it was just Shereen and Jeffrey in the cab… no big party like I had imagined.
As I have this thought, they slide open the door from the cab to the back. Christmas lights, couches, chairs, inn tables, beer bottles, five people dancing and singing in the back of this Rider. Munkie and I jumped in (Munkie had to put his bike in the back which Phillip later taped to the wall) and joined the Rider party. Apparently they had all partied in the truck earlier--- had a dance party and even ordered pizza to the truck.
Jeffrey’s Rider truck made my night.
Why People are Not Awesome:
Yesterday at work we were extremely busy. The line was almost out the door and we were frantically trying to get everyone’s orders and keep people moving.
This lady steps up and asks me if our vegetable tamales are fresh.
“Yes, all of our vegetables are fresh,” I answer quickly.
“Is the corn fresh?”
“Yes, all of our vegetables are fresh,” I say again.
“Do you cut the corn kernels off of a fresh cob or off of a frozen cob?”
What the hell? How am I supposed to know that? That’s what I wanted to say. I told her I didn’t know. She asked me to ask my boss.
I go over and lean over to the kitchen and repeat the question to Emilio. Emilio gives me the strangest more irritated look ever and says, “I DO WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE!”
She actually got mad and started yelling and ranting about corn harvests. She ended up ordering chicken tamales instead.