dragonlady7

on car ride home was listening to Marah's Kids In Philly. You know, I should go out and really actually truly buy that album. Tho' I'm not really sure where to get it. Good stuff.
my heart is a saxophone solo
from a third-story window
just before dawn

I got my ass kicked again today. Jesus. Slightly better-paid this time, though.

Short sample conversation, taken while I leaned breathlessly on the back of a chair as I took an order.
customer: Sure is busy in here.
me: yeah, place isn't big enough for all the takeout customers who want to sit down.
customer: [places order]
me: there's probably a 45-minute wait on food at the moment-- the kitchen's really backed up. is that ok?
customer: pff, we're not going anywhere for a while. Just bring us more beer.
me: i take it you're delayed? where you folks trying to get to anyhow?
customer: we were supposed to land in Newark and they diverted us to-- hey, where are we anyway?
me: are you serious? [all grim nods around the table] Crikey. You're in Buffalo.
customer: Buffalo where?
me: Buffalo NY.
customer: Ohhhh, right, that Buffalo. Hey, we should get some wings. Do you have wings?
me: Ten in an order. Hot, medium, or mild?
customer: Hey, make 'em hot. You only live once. Never been to Buffalo before.
me: The hot ones are good. I guess you should enjoy it while you can.

The incredible thing, by the way, is how many people truly honestly do not know why they're called Buffalo wings. And these are usually people who are here on purpose.
"Hey, you just call them wings here. Why is that?"
"Um, because we invented them."
"No way! Really?"
"Um, yes. Why did you think they were called Buffalo wings?"
"..."
"They're made from chickens, in case you were wondering."
"Um... I knew that."
"They were invented down at the Anchor Bar on Main St., about 30 years ago."
"Really?"
"Well? Why did you think they were called Buffalo wings? They're made from chickens."