some mini stories...

8/10

rac gave me some vintage levi high-waisted grey trousers earlier in the week so i decided to wear them to work today. since they're this sort of tight stretchy material i wear a v-string to avoid major pantyline. when rac gets to work she gets sooooo excited to see me in them, sooooo excited that they fit perfectly that she turns me around to face reservations reaches around me and grabs a butt cheek in each of her hands and jiggles them..up and down..up and down..in front of EVERYONE..and i pretty much have no panties on! oh gosh! then i go upstairs later and she does it again to everyone upstairs! sexual harassment!

8/20

now big man rh is making it mandatory that someone be at the wine bar at ALL TIMES which is boring and a very inefficient use of time..but i have noticed that whenever i'm over there i end up having long conversations with random customers.

for instance there is effi the israeli man. he was telling me that i should move to LA to find a job and live up the night. he gave me his name and email address and told me to look him up on facebook and he would put me in contact with his young israeli friends, so whenever i visited israel they would take care of me... and also "if you are ever in LA and need help, contact me" funny guy.

then there was whitefeather willy, a native american man who lived on a mountain and taught survival classes. he talked to me forever about the youtube videos he's made etc etc...wrote down his name and website..and he had his two sons with him (who are still older). i took pictures of all of them on their camera and when they came back from dinner one of the sons came up to me and said "jasmine i'm cold come keep me warm!" then willy starts talking to me again and the sons drag him away saying (jokingly) "we've got to take him back to the home"...people crack me up!

8/27

there's this group of harley davidson men tattooed from ankle to neck in the store and i see them sort of looking at me as i go around folding shirts. i pick up a pile to fold and bring it to the counter. cc is there showing them, of all knives, the lone switchblade left. they're all thinking it's bad-ass of course. i plop the pile of shirts down and walk off. later cc told me this:

(i walk away)

(one biker dude says) "hey, i think i just found bill's next wife"

(bill stands up straighter and finger combs his hair) "if only i wasn't a happily married man"

and did i mention that the youngest one was probably my father's age? heehee