There are, indeed, bats 
in my belfry. 
I saw them again tonight, having gotten out before sunset (and a very pretty one!) after the predictably hectic Mother’s Day rush.
LOTS of double-pizza orders, clearly families saying, “Mom, you don’t hafta cook tonight!”
Oh, and one of our regulars gave us the sweetest card with a poem.
I gotta call my own mom here in a minute & then figure out dinner, but I’ll post a pic if I remember.
Oh, that made my day.
Thank you!!
Someone else here originally … well, not really suggested it, but mis-read it thay way & the pseudo-typo stuck; it really is perfect.
Dude can burn the shit outta some pizzas.
His newest today was taking a phone order, and handwriting “allergy” on the ticket once it printed.
We asked what the customer’s allergy was … “Oh, well, they didn’t really say …”
THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK?
S.M. was understandably quite irritated.
Also, he keeps leaving his empty drink bottles on the break table instead of throwing them away, which is annoying as hell.
(We all have different beverage preferences so it’s actually pretty easy to guess who left what lying around.)
ALSO also, he’s notorious for leaving the light on in the men’s room, to the point where I’m getting notorious for checking the men’s at the end of the night when he’s worked - I never bother checking the ladies’, it’s always O.K. - and at least 2/3 of the time I yell his name.
Same! Nice to have ya.
We need to keep reminding her; I think she hasn’t really heard how wonderful it is.
I’ve been texting a bit with the guy who asked me for coffee the other night.
Nothing pearl-clutching yet, just basic “gettin’ to know ya” stuff.
He’s a really hardworking handyman who does everything on projects, including the design work, and so far I’m quite taken by him.
One of the problems with G.C. has been that he lives out of town.
This one lives out of STATE and comes through a few times a year.
Dammit!
Alrighty, time to call me ma.