Hooray for pjs!

I got asked tonight if it is true that I live in "the dorm that never sleeps". I had to laugh; I'm usually the one up until 4 a.m.!

True to form, my friend Aimee and I decided to hit up our local truck stop/cafe for some sustenance around 1 this morning. We were greeted by the usual waiter, a man probably in his mid-forties who is usually extremely talkative. This time, though, he was quieter than usual. He apologized to Aimee and I for "not running on all four cylinders" because of a mild case of pneumonia. Since I have waited tables (and will probably do it again), I sympathized. We were in no rush. Aimee andI ordered our usuals and talked about our plans for the summer. Our food arrived and we chatted with the waiter for a few minutes. Suddenly, we heard him swear. We looked out the window to see what his problem was. Half a dozen drunk people were staggering into the cafe.

Aimee and I watched them find their seats and listened to one guy's story about driving there; all we got out of it was that "there were two rabbits, tops". This phrase was repeated constantly, for no apparent reason. Rabbit boy also seemed to think that Aimee and I wanted him to remove his pants. Every few minutes, he would ask, "Should I drop my pants now?" at which point the other guy would look at Aimee and I, laugh, and tell us that he would give us money to give Rabbit boy for dancing. Unsure of how to politely reject the drunk would-be stripper I finally begged off citing tomorrow's classes as an excuse.

About this time, the man offering money noticed I was wearing pajamas. Aimee had told me that I should put on something slightly normal-looking, but I had stubbornly insisted on my fuzzy blue two-piece set with skiing polar bears. I'm kind of weird like that. Anyway, the pajamas were a big hit with the drunk crowd. By the time we left, the one guy had changed his mind: he wanted me to do a little dance -- he even offered to pay me!

Needless to say, I'll be up for a while now. For one, I keep thinking of those totally trashed people driving. Drunk driving is one of my pet peeves. Even if I wasn't worried about that, the whole incident was highly amusing. It's hard to laugh and sleep at the same time. I do feel sorry for the waiter, though. I know what it's like to be waiting tables when a) you don't feel well and b) your customers are completely wasted. I just hope they tip well.

As a side note, I know from experience that waiting tables pays practically nothing, especially if they make you pay for your food, too. Keep that in mind when tipping, please! Waiters and waitresses know who tips and who doesn't. They serve accordingly. Trust me on this.