… or the next one ( if i don’t come back as a square of toilet roll) or in heaven or whatever, that i will…

… NEVER ASK A WAITER/WAITRESS WHO’S RUNNING PAST ME WITH A HANDFUL OF DIRTY PLATES…

… TO COME OVER AND TAKE MY ORDER. OR TO GET THE BILL…

because there is only ONE answer he or she can give you – “Can i get back to you in a while, sir?”

I mean. SERIOUSLY! There is only one – one – answer the poor dude/babe can possibly humanly give you. And it really breaks the momentum of stuff to have people ask you this. I have been guilty of this my entire damn life and now i realise how… stilting it is. How on earth will a waiter take your order when his hands are full of dirty plates?

JEEEEEEZ. These last coupla days have turned me into, permanently, the model fricken customer at any fricken restaurant. I will be really really nice from now on to waiters and waitresses unless they are just plain lousy. and even then if they’re newbieish ill like help them out.


BTW whoever’s out there go play ACE COMBAT FIVE on the playstation. it is the first playstation game i can remember which made me cry. and its not soppy soppy “awww” cry. its a really good flying game and the storyline is amazing.

anyone who’s served in the army with buddies would cry if you saw (played) that scene in ace combat. i wont spoil it for you but it happens in the middle of a mission and you can hear your wingmen sobbing in the radios and you really cant help but at least shed a tear when it uh, happens.

one of the most involving storylines in a game ive ever played. truly a masterpiece in every single way. get it! sheesh.