I've seen it all. Yet, somehow, I'm still in the service industry. Maybe it's because every day is different (I've always hated desk jobs). Maybe it's because I literally get paid to talk to people (even though most probably aren't listening) and push buttons (literally)(okay, and sometimes figuratively). Maybe it's because I'm crazy (most likely). Who knows.
So, I currently work at a card club. I needed a change from the chain restaurant I was with off and on over those past fourteen years. And let me tell you - poker players are a different breed.
I could go into so much detail it's not even funny. But that would mean this post would be like seventy pages long... and, oh yeah, I want to keep my job.
The point of this post, you ask?
I was at our bar chatting with a player last night. A coworker was having a drink, and we started talking about being carded. I'm thirty two, and I still get carded. And I effing love it EVERY TIME. The player chimed in with, "You are NOT thirty two!!"
Ha. I love getting that reaction.
She asks me if I've ever been married, and do I have any kids.
NOPE.
She says, "That is a good thing. Because you will be married next year. And you will have kids right away."
Pauses... Scrunches face... "A girl."
The f*ck?!
One, I'm not even sure if I want kids.
Two, if I do have kids, I for SURE don't want girls. We're bitches.
Three, WTF?!
This lady has said no more than four words to me since I started there over a year ago. I wanted to laugh and tell her she's nucking futs... but for some reason I don't think she was just spitting out words.
I'm all in.
