Before I launch into the other night at work, let me tell you about the little get-together I wrote about earlier. I couldn’t tell you a story longer than two sentences and it make sense so I’ll give you a run-down of the things I remember:

1. Buying marshmallows at the gas station down the street.
2. Walking the entire way with Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
3. Coming back to the party with pizza-flavored Combos.
4. Seeing a full bag of pizza-flavored Combos when I woke up.
5. A fireball. Literally.

Next time I write there’s a party, I expect you guys to come.

Now, on to the other night. I was walking by this jackass of a father who, with his kids mind you, said to me:

“Hey, you look like a girl in that little kimono you’re wearing.”

Some backstory: We have to wear these coats at work that look like kimonos. End of story.

So I stop, am already pissed because I just got shafted on a tip and said:

Me: “At least I need this kimono to look like a woman.”
Him: “Excuse me?”
Me: “I said…”
Him: “I heard you. How dare you! I’m telling your manager.”
Me: “Have fun.”

Long story short, the father didn’t have the balls to tell the manager and instead just gave me a dirty look the entire night. One of the kids even stuck his tongue out at me. To this, I said:

“Didn’t your father ever tell you to treat a lady with respect?”

This infuriated the father. Serves him right. Screw him.

I’m planning a little get-together at my house this Sunday night for Halloween. If any readers live anywhere near Florida and wants to attend, just shoot me an email at ryan@iserveidiots.com. I’ll be more than happy to give you the directions.

P.S. If anyone wants to know, yes, I will be inviting the new illegal immigrant dishwashers and busboys from work. It will be a hell of a time.

Dear Your Saviour,

I looked up your most recent IP address and I’m pretty sure the University of Toronto’s Computing and Network Services Department would look unfavorably on you using their computers and resources to launch into tirades on some guy’s blog about serving.

I took it upon myself to email the head of the department so he can either fire you for being on my site on company time (if you work there) or bar you from using their computers ever again (if you go to school there or visit there).

Have a nice life up in Toronto, big guy.

Love,
Ryan

For all those that remember our friend “Your Saviour” and know ANYTHING about computers and can do something about it, his IP address is:

72.141.173.94

He’s also from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. So try not to be too harsh.