Yesterday I waited on a sketchy couple who were pleasant, but pretty rough around the edges. When they paid, I noticed the man smelled really bad, like he had been dug up from a moldy grave. The money he gave me for their ticket smelled awful as well. I cleaned off their table and stuck the tip in my pocket. About an hour later, I pulled money out to buy some food and was offended to find all my money smelled like a moldy grave.
I washed the money with soap and water, but it still smelled bad. So I traded it in for a larger bill–the one he gave me to pay for his ticket. I washed that as well. Dani made fun of me for being so compulsive, but that shit stunk. I worked with a woman who would wash and iron her money before she took it to the bank. I have a long way to go before I’m that compulsive. Finally I realized my apron was making all my money stink so I stopped putting my tips in my pocket.
How on earth can people smell so bad and not realize it? We have customers who reek of body odor, cigarette smoke, car grease and occasionally gasoline. Then there are the kids with shitty diapers. There are some people who smell so bad the entire restaurant stinks hours after they leave. Are their noses broken? How can their companions not say anything? Can you imagine riding in a car with these people? Blah.
On a different note, Dani is leaving for a new job and Darren hired her replacement yesterday. She called this morning and said she wouldn’t be back. Darren hired a dishwasher to replace Fellows and that guy never called or showed up. All these people whining about no jobs in Cody can kiss my fat, white ass.