Diners In The AM (original) (raw)

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yesterday we hung at the diner, as always. me and rufie walked and showed up the smae time as tab, so got in and it took a half an hour to get our drinks, which translates into lych going megalomaniac on everyone and doing her cid impression. then d showed up and we started our conversations of the weird that always seem to manifest themselves at the diner...

well...

rufie said something that got me and tab off onto a conversation a about pregnancy and protection, onto a weird statement, shale, my bipolar history teacher, phrased wrong that went a little something like...

"pink collar job (jobs usually occupied by women, if ya' couldn't guess) were things like secratorial jobs, elementary teachers... Completely ridiculous! that's gotta' be one of the best jobs for a teacher out there... surrounded by all those young women and the only people you have to compete with are the janitor and the gym teacher... *looks up from glarign at me for reading a book to see that entire class with blanks faces or looks of shock* O_O i don't mean the children! i mean the teacher! they're like a yr. out of graduate school!" *class sighs in relief*

yet history class was never quite the same again...

then to clay aiken and his stalker crap and so on to the fact that we don't think alec exists, due to my info that candi wrote a story about a guy named alistair, supposedly alec's real name, and randomly stopped once she met a guy named alistair...

yeah so we don't think he exists, now we're getting to the good part...

we got onto the nicknames of bob at work and how he started out as b.o.b. = butcher of bagdad to bob the builder to bob columbine, thanks to my dad and how i combined them to make 'bitter bob the builder of columbine' as i said in a country ballad way...

dani was inspired to make a song that goes like this...

"bitter bob the builder of columbine, shot up a store and now he's doing time oh bitter bob bitter bob the builder of columbine, bitter bob the builder of columbine got knocked up, but he's doing fine oh bitter bob bitter bob the builder of columbine..."

we spent forever rehearsing and trying get someone to call work and do it and then we just decided to do it together.

so...

d called waldenbooks, told tim we were pulling a prank on bob, put him on...

he did.

it all went down hill from there as we sung the song, got handed back to tim, tab grabbed the phone only to hear bob was upset or crying or in the back room and wouldn't pick up the phone.

at first we thought tim was joking and pulling a prank on us but we discovered he wasn't and i seaid he's probably just over reacting, because me and bob and tab joke around like that all the time and bob doesn't mind, considering all the prank calls bob makes himself, i was more suprised than when some idiot told me they blew up ne york...

however all was fine. bob had probably just pulled a face and tim over reacted.

*overly dramatic moment* the damage was done: tim felt bad for upseeting everyone, especially tab who was crying...

moral of the story: never give freaking weirdos with no musical talent a cell phone after sitting us in a diner full of coffe, tea and fries for four hrs....