Older Waitress 182 x 365

The older waitress with whom I worked at the all-night pancake house obsessively and fastidiously scrubbed counters while complaining vociferously about the rotten job everyone else did in cleaning the workstations. Imagine my surprise then, when visiting her home with another co-worker, to see cockroaches crawling across her television screen.

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Indigo Bunting said…
People can be sooo different at work and at home...
3/15/07, 1:02 PM
Mali said…
all night pancakes ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ...
3/15/07, 7:42 PM
Otter said…
In way this didn't surprise me.
3/18/07, 1:18 PM
Bridgett said…
Me neither. My classroom was obsessive-compulsive-level organized. My house is one big pile of paper. No cockroaches, but no organization.

But I could, of course, go for some all night pancakes.
3/19/07, 7:30 PM
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