Thursday, September 30, 2010

Oh God My Job Edition The Second

Not so much a complaint this time as an amusing anecdote...

It seems one of our local coke heads (puh-lease you don't grow your pinky nail on your dominant hand out just because you like the way it looks next to every other nail being trimmed short) got his tongue pierced recently.

How do I know? Because he came in last night and asked for:

"Shome Schig Schagsh, and a Shigari-yo."

He also looked like someone belted him across the mouth with a two by four so I'm guessing that it was done by one of his buddies rather than a licensed piercer.

I just hope that when and if he gets all infected he doesn't come in drooling yellow goop.