story time

tonight i went to cold stone.

there was a huge line.

but something was different about this seemingly typical cold stone line, it wasn't moving.
only three couples ahead of me.
no movement.




i wanted that damn ice cream, so i stuck it out.

i got to the counter, and realized what i was dealing with.



no, thats what you'd expect to see, imagine these guys were behind the counter




my ice cream girl was blazed. hella chinese eye'd. fully baked.

me: "i would like to have a LIKE IT with strawberry and kit kat"
her "what?"
me "strawberry, and kit kat, IN in....LIKE IT sized"
her " you want strawberry's in it?"
me "??? no, i want strawberry, put KIT KAT in it"
her "i can't hear you...what?"
me "strawberry.......with.......KIT.......KAT"
her *scooping* "you wanted a LOVE IT size?"
me "no LIKE IT sized."
her *grabs the twix candy bar*
me "NO, NOT TWIX, KIT......KAT......OVER HERE"



that reminded me of a when i was younger and i got a job with my high school friends at the local Boston Market




the entire kitchen prep staff and dishers were my close friends.

they used to smoke weed in the freezer.




then they'd go back to work. not just high, COMPLETELY FRIED.




my buddy Alex would go back to the potato slicer, which resembled a medieval weapon, huge 3 foot lever and all




with eye's completely closed up, throwing potatoes into the 3 inch diameter hole and slamming the lever down each time as fast has he could, giggling all the while...
alex resembled one of those crazy weasels from Roger Rabbit.



alex never cut his fingers off, but he probably should have.