So we go for lunch with our team at work and I think the waitress is kinda nice and funny and blah blah blah.
But then I order a Diet Coke and she proceeds to give me an F'n lecture about how bad Coke is for a minute and a half! I listen to her politely as she tries to convince me to get juice which I know is just extra calories for my ass and plus I don't F'n want it and then I tell her, I still want the Diet Coke.
Meanwhile, my team knows me pretty well so they are silent as they watch the steam fly off my head.
So the Coke Nazi asks the next person at the table what she'd like to drink. She doesn't ask for a Diet Coke though. Instead she asks for a COKE (with real sugar and everything)!!!!! BLASPHEMY! Ok so now the Coke Nazi waitress starts giving her shit too and saying she's going to die and stuff like that and that she should have a juice instead because the juice will save her. So she changes her order to a juice. Way to go there team, way to grow some balls! Anyways.
I think everyone else at the table got scared at that point and were watching the sparks fly from my eyeballs so when it came their turn, they told the Coke Nazi they'd stick with their Cucumber essence water instead. (Way to make more money for the restaurant there Coke Nazi!!! Donald Trump (or me) would so FIRE her ass!)
Then when Coke Nazi left I a blew a hairy spazz and my head spun around 3 times and I told everyone that I found her to be extremely inappropriate and that if I wanted advice on Coke I'd read the F'n ingredients. Like DUH?
I know it's bad for you. I get it. Now fuck off. I came here to eat and not be lectured. Know your role. Know your role!
4 weeks ago

13 comments:
I read five of your writings and I can tell you that you really need help. You are so unhappy for everything! I know this comment is going to send you to the roof but just think for a moment and get help.
Yes, Guey, get help, for the love of God get help.
Flipping hilarious.
Really? You think so? Because I laughed so hard today that my abs hurt. But then I thought, perhaps this total stranger can totally decipher what's really going on in my life by the fucked up blogs that I write out of pure humour (well, my sick humour that is). And I start to listen to you right? Because I know you care and stuff. So I call this shrink. I found him in the yellow pages, under "shrink for people who are scarred from comments left on your blog". So I tell him, "Dr. Bloghonson, someone on my blog read 5 of my posts and said I'm really unhappy for everything and that their comment is going to send me to the roof and that I need to get help!, so that's why I called you. I thought for a moment, and called you for help." Dr. Bloghonson asked for the link to my blog so they could review your comment and he told me that I'm actually pretty happy, but that the commenter should probably go back to school. So you know, Nony (can I call you that? You know? Short for Anonymous?), Nony, really I'm not so miserable as you think but thanks for caring. You're the fucking best!!! Muak!
I have actually enjoyed how angry your blog posts have been lately. If you can't be angry on your own blog, where in the hell can you be angry these days?!?
And I too love comments like that where people read you for five minutes and think they know you, and what you need.
Hey, I just surfed in and thought it was a scream. My wife accuses me of being too negative, but those who read along figure that's the best part. If a person can't get a little pissy on their own freakin' blog, then that's just too bad....
Keep it between the ditches.
Bob.
Hey Bob, thanks. Here's the thing, just because I think it's funny to bitch, doesn't mean I'm negative or unhappy. It's the way I find humour in something that's fucked up you know? lol Now go hug your wife and stop being a negative nancy. Tell her you love her and stuff.
I wonder what anoymous would say after reading my five lastest posts? That I am a self absorbed animal rights activist?
Even my little Pollyanna self was really pissed off at the waitress too. What business is it of hers to presume to counsel you on your dietary choices. Did she tell you guys to order the diet plate instead of the super burger too? What's her stand on cheesecake? Does her boss know that she is providing her own version of atmosphere to the place?
I love to read your stuff, I think it's funny, and of course only my opinion counts.(see above)
regards,
Theresa
Thanks Theresa! I know who counts around here ;)
Love it! Love it! and btw, did I mention.... LOVE IT! You still crack me up. :)
"La Pinche Guera"
I think you should have chose another drink!!! Like a fuck'in triple rye and coke and watched every one's faces as you dropped it down your throat asking for another one!! Sorry...But I do get your point and I think people should mind their own roll. BoB
Thank you my Guera! Glad you're reading!
I like Anejo and coke, diet coke or coke zero but you're right. I fuckin shoulda!
Love it!!!!! God you make me laugh I am lucky I haven't broken a rib glad to see you are writing again :)
I can make an effort to break one if you like? lol
I'm sure somewhere in my madness I can find the strength...
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