Mood:  mischievious

So I was at work the other night. It seems like I'm either always at school or work lately. It's nice to work because I need the money. Saturday was one of those perfect days where we had plenty of business but never a true rush. I made more in tips than I've ever made.

One of the customers I had was attempting to speak veeeeeerrrrrryyyyy slooooowwwwlllllllyyyyyyyyy to me when I seated her. I asked her if she would like a drink. Her response??

"Wow! You speak English so clearly!"

Of course I speak English clearly! I was only born and raised here. Some people...I also hate it when people approach me and attempt to speak Arabic. I don't know Arabic, I wish I did and I'm trying to learn it though. I'm basically teaching myself because I'm too shy to ask my friends.

I also had a guy insisting that the restaurant must sell beer. No, it doesn't. Don't ask if we have this brand or that. We don't. Don't ask if our food is marinated in wine or beer. It's not. If you don't like it, don't come to a Muslim run restaurant!

I had off last night, so I went to the mosque where I needed to listen to someone's crying baby the entire time I tried to pray. Perhaps she should find a babysitter next time.