you reach to pick something up off of the floor under the dining room table and the first thing that pops into your head is, "This had better be a raisin."
Happens to me all the time... Mind, I was scarred by an incident when I was about 25 or so.
I was working for a major pizza restaurant, in one of their huts, as a waitress. Went to clean off my table and there were, of course, pizza leavings on the table. Picked up an olive. AND IT MOVED! While I was holding it. The time I was holding it rapidly diminished to zero as I launched it against the brick wall at the far end of the table and ran screaming across the restaurant into the back room. I then jumped up on the ice machine and refused to come down until I was reassured by a co-worker that he'd killed the "olive". My manager was unimpressed. Did I mention that I despise cockroaches?
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Date: 2012-09-17 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-18 10:29 am (UTC)I was working for a major pizza restaurant, in one of their huts, as a waitress. Went to clean off my table and there were, of course, pizza leavings on the table. Picked up an olive. AND IT MOVED! While I was holding it. The time I was holding it rapidly diminished to zero as I launched it against the brick wall at the far end of the table and ran screaming across the restaurant into the back room. I then jumped up on the ice machine and refused to come down until I was reassured by a co-worker that he'd killed the "olive". My manager was unimpressed. Did I mention that I despise cockroaches?
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Date: 2012-10-14 09:54 am (UTC)