So the quizno’s that used to be by my work that got shut down forever ago re-opened today. So I was excited and decided to go eat there for lunch today. The place was completely deserted other than the 7 wiggers and 1 black guy who worked there. I’ll have you know that the black guy was whiter than the wiggers. So I go down the row of ordering and talking to each one of them and getting hit on. Pay this mafia looking man with a cheap suit on. And sit down in the empty eating area. And they are, I guess, bored. So they are all standing there watching me eat. Completely awkward situation. I accidentally made eye contact with one of them and he was like, “AYYYY HOW’S THA FOOD?!” and surely enough, my mouth was full because I WAS EATING. So I gave him a thumbs up. And he did this obnoxious laugh and was all “SHE’S SPEECHLESS GUYS!!” Which. I don’t know. If this guy wasn’t super wigger-ey, I probably would have politely laughed, but for some reason I was offended by this. So I finished what I was chewing, swallowed, took a sip of my drink, and said “Excuse me, but I was not speechless, I merely had food in my mouth, moron.”
Then it made me think of going to the dentist and how frustrating it always was to have 2394756908 hands and utensils in my mouth and I’d have to, first, go through the hygienist’s questions (“How old are you? When will you be 14? Where do you go to school? Who’s your best friend? Do you have any pets? What do you want to be when you grow up?”) And all you can answer is, “AHGHADGHFHFHAH-MAH-AFHRH-BIRFFFDAYGHHH-ISHFGHH-FEBRUAREEE.” And then they seem irritated because they have to stop what they’re doing so you can speak clearly. Like you are talking without permission. And then when the dentist comes in to do his final checkup with that stupid hook thing that makes my teeth hurt because he always seems to find the perfect spot to jab it in that makes me start bleeding profusely and cry. And he’s like “Oops. Slipped. So, you got a boyfriend?” And then I’m sitting here with this man with extremely long nose hairs hanging out of his nose, and he is directly above my mouth. And I am praying to God in heaven above that one of them does not fall out.
But anyway. That’s about the feeling I had when those guys were judging me while I ate. And trying to be over-friendly and asking me “how tha food” is.
