Some late-night (South Asian) customers the other day...

 ...at the (Thai) restaurant where I now work:

Like twenty-five minutes till close, three (graduate student?) (South Asian) guys come in and I let them know that the kitchen is closing very, very soon and they should get their order in within two-to-three minutes, and they do, and they eat at a reasonable pace even though it goes a little bit past close, and I clear their plates as they finish and leave the bill, and the one guy who pays for everything leaves *ZERO* on a thirty-something dollar bill, I can see from the receipt on the table, and as they all stand up to go, he taps his glass and asks me for more water. 

Like, what the f*ck, you leave people no money and you still expect them to hop around for you? Like what planet did you just beam the f*ck down from, where you don't understand normal human reciprocity like that and just go and be all demanding, even after your meal is done? Like, how do you think the other person is supposed to react?

. . .

(I gave him a look but did it, so as not to drive away business from the restaurant... After they left, the one owner with the tired face came out front to do something and I told her they left no tip, and she was like, "Really?!")

Another gardening experiment...

...after a bar patron left little plastic baggies of herbs with dirt in them for people to take and plant, and I got three of them, two of which had been in the sun and were already extremely dried out:

I fired them in on the side of my yard, and have reburied one several times after something dug it up (squirrels?).

I also water daily.

Right now, it looks like all three are dead, and the one that seemed decently alive has even dried up, though its lower stem seems normal woody and I'm wondering if it can pull through and send some new leaves up.

A joke that I made the other day at the (Thai) restaurant...

...because my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker for some reason had her watch held right in front of her mouth and was just holding it there for some reason for a while (maybe because it's a smartphone watch or whatever and she was doing something with it?):

"If you are hungry, don't eat your wrist!"

. . .

(She liked that, and so did the [older] [Thai] manager who's a whiz at the phones, when she overheard me saying it.)

Crushed ants smell.

The other week there were a lot of ants out on my counter, and after crushing them with my thumb, I noticed that there was a decently strong rancid smell coming from their little bodies crushed all along on my thumb-skin.

Since then I've been checking, and even a single one has that same smell, when it's crushed.

What I can't figure out is if that smell has always been there and I just never noticed, or if something happened with the time of year and what the ants are eating, to cause them to have that smell.

A sight the other day at a local park...

 ...when I was sitting at a picnic table and hanging out with my one former (assisted living) client with (disabilities), near a place where ducks and geese get fed:

A Canada goose is standing facing away from us near where all the seed or whatever is, and all of a sudden all this shit comes out of its ass and hits the ground, causing a little plume of dust to immediately leap up like half a foot into the air, the shit hit the ground that hard.

Work pen situation.

Recently at work at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now, we've been having a "pen situation" where we don't have any regular pens around and I'm in tough luck if mine runs out of ink, since the pens we have for customers to sign receipts all have these large plastic flower things taped on them and you can't exactly stick those in your back pocket.

So, I raided my jar of pens and home and have been bringing those in to use, but often they're old and run out of ink quickly, so I just end up using them a bit and then throwing them out, which is nice since it gets rid of pens from around my apartment, but it doesn't exactly leave me with a functional pen.

Back when I moved from the city that I used to live in, I had a big bunch new-bought pens that I brought into the resthome and left there for people to use... A part of me almost wishes that I had them now, to bring in and leave at the (Thai) restaurant.

Saw a Local Bartender Post-Birth.

So, the other week I was at the local brewery when they were changing shifts, and the day bartender happened to be the one cool (Goth-ish) (short-skirted) (high-booted) (early 20-something) who recently got married to her long-term boyfriend, and had her first baby.

She showed me a video on her phone of her baby's first smile, from the previous day.

"And when was she born?", I was like.

"Four twenty," she was like, holding up her right hand in that devil-pronged rock-and-roll gesture.