Yesterday I was declined a job, at a fast food nightshift. The manager said, my shirt is a hazard for food preparation. I told him it was a Paul Stuart, and fresh to the launder, and he looked vacant. I only applied there, because of feelings toward a cash box lady, with tiger eyes and hair finer than super 190s.
The holiday season is once again approaching, with a cold wind penetrating my lonely heart, and I cant help to feeling as if my only cufflinks partner was lost, down an n-train grate.
I can understand his concern that your cuffs might get oil stains from the deep fryer. He had your best interests in mind.
Perhaps you don't need to seek employment in fast food to enjoy the young lady's attentions.
Last edited by Vaclav (2006-12-05 17:52:41)
I do not think he was a sartorial compatriot.
Perhaps the young lady has a day off, when you could hang out (with booze)? It's interesting to seek out a fast food cashier, in the U.S. if they're decent looking they're probably underage, and if they're not a teenager they're probably on probation/parole. Good luck Vaclav and stay away from the trans fats!
What happened to your Krishna consciousness and diet of the vegetables? Deep-fried now?
Maybe he feared you might sneak patties out in them?
Black Market Burgers are a growing problem.