11.24.2003
My wife rented a crappy movie, I'm trying to watch it now. It's called "Better Luck Tomorrow" and it's sort of an American-Asian Reservoir Dogs meets Trainspotting meets Breakfast Club but without the writing, wit, art direction or cool music of any of those films. Just some asian roughies smoking a lot and shooting guns.
That Fat Wheezing Man came into the restaurant again tonight. I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. I already told my boss that I don't believe in performing CPR, let the fat humps die. I do believe in Brooklyn mouth to mouth. That's when you stand over the poor guy and shout "Get up or you're gonna fuckin' die."
The Fat Wheezing Man ordered a plate of fried mushrooms and a philly cheese steak - to be brought out at the same time. He also had a few beers and Bailey's and coffee to go with his meal. Oh, he also got a hot fudge sundae. After he finished his dinner and paid he decided he wanted another Baileys and Coffee. The dumb hump knew that they cost 6.50 plus tax, but he left only six dollars in cash for them - he expected me to take the difference out of my tip from before. When he has a heart attack at my bar he ain't getting any CPR from me.
The Fat Wheezing Man ordered a plate of fried mushrooms and a philly cheese steak - to be brought out at the same time. He also had a few beers and Bailey's and coffee to go with his meal. Oh, he also got a hot fudge sundae. After he finished his dinner and paid he decided he wanted another Baileys and Coffee. The dumb hump knew that they cost 6.50 plus tax, but he left only six dollars in cash for them - he expected me to take the difference out of my tip from before. When he has a heart attack at my bar he ain't getting any CPR from me.
