girlfriend, which is not all that bad...except for the part about his
girlfriend bringing her grandson, the ever-welcome Damien Thorne.
Damien tore up the front entrance. Damien shredded the potted plant
next to the bar. Damien sneaked off and tried to bite the man at the
table next to ours...on the shoe. But that's nothing; before i
arrived, Damien broke the skill crane in the common-area lobby between
our restaurant and some others. When he tried to bite the man (did i
mention the part about it being under the table, on the shoe?),
Harry's girlfr...oh, let's call her Carol, ok? Well Carol got angry at
*me* just cos i might have said something about the child needing to
be quarantined for three days and possibly put down.
Well, the man and his wife thought it was funny.
Butsoanyway.
So it was Damien plus the fact that our server was psychotic; right
after we were seated, everyone was distracted and arranging
themselves. I had brought some papers for Harry to look at (to pick
some books...long story) which i put to my side, so i would not forget
about them...and as soon as i turned to face my other side,
PsychoServer actually picked them up and started reading them! Huh?
These were folded in half, and blank on the outwardly-facing side. Why
on earth would any stranger feel that was appropriate behaviour? But
that was only the beginning. And i could see it if she were annoyed at
Damien, or Carol's absolute lack of parenting, but no -- tellingly
enough, PsychoServer LOVED Damien. ADORED Damien. Spent time ignoring
other tables to visit with Damien, and talk with Carol about Damien.
Bwaah! The bint was as batshit as Carol is, if not worse.
And Carol is pretty fucking batshit, let me tell you.
So Carol is angry, Harry is oblivious, and everyone is happy. Yay. Sigh.
I got home, took care of my cats, and eventually went to bed, where i
had nightmares all night. Awesome.
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