I’ve been working with my old maintenance tech Chris. You may remember him as “Bunny”. Our first week was here in Jacksonville but you wouldn’t have known it, Monday-Friday, 7am to 10pm. We were scheduled to continue into Saturday and Sunday but we finished it all up Friday. Next we had a week in Naples, a week in Birmingham, Alabama and now we’re going to be here at home again this week.
Birmingham sucked. It was just that bad. The food, the service, the people. I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. Even when things weren’t bad, they were… … uncomfortable. We ate at a Long John Silver’s. Chris and I ordered the same thing. I got my food 15 minutes before him. The lady said they ran out of fish. Understandable, right? I mean, how was she supposed to know that people might come to Long John Silver’s and order FISH! So right as he got his food and sat down (I was done by then) an elderly gentleman sat next to us. He started to talk to Chris and me about his latest episodes with the doctors and his surgeries, but only between his hacking, coughing and wheezing. I am telling you the truth; I was scanning the room for cameras. Neither of us could keep a straight face but neither of us wanted to hurt this old man’s feelings. He’s coughing and spittling all over Chris’s food. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I took my time giving Chris time to eat and then came back with that “we gotta go” deal. It was like that all week except normally, the crazy people spitting on your food weren’t so friendly.
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