These two girls were hanging out at my restaurant, and they started to complain that the bathroom smelled bad. I asked them if it smelled like crap, and they said yes it smelled like shit. I said, "Like shit. Really. In the restroom. Wow. Imagine that." I almost started to ask them about this bit I read in the Onion once, that if it smelled as if somebody actually straddled the toilet, and extruded a pound or more of fecal matter into it. I really should not be allowed to talk to customers in my restaurant. I should put up pictures of myself marked Do not speak to this person. Of course, I would have to have a picture of myself, first. I have been trying to find a picture of myself to put in my profile, but I realize I really don't have any more recent than high school. I looked only slightly less dorky then so I might just have to grin and throw it up.
datura:
Yeah, no shit, I am always saying things at work that push the limits of what is acceptable, and somehow I get away with it, but who knows for how long? Ah, and as for time, it's true, sometimes you just have to wallow in it to feel better, and some thinsg do improve yes yes yes, but others, they always leave their mark. Get a profile pic! 
datura:
See, that pic is the updated pic after like a week of Prednazone...it was gnarly....I'm happy to have survived it! Yeah, don't worry 'bout your chem burns. They probably just make for cool stories!