Heh....Apparently I speak biker. I had no idea that was a language.
See, I work at a gas station/cheap restaurant deal and I usually cook food or run the register. Well, I was at the register when this biker guy came in with his friends and started speaking with me. Here's the skinny:
Biker Man: YO! You got any good food here?
Me: No sir! It's all disgusting and not fit for rat!
BM: Really? How much is that? *Points to nasty old breakfast biscuit thing*
Me: It's free, if you think you have the intestinal fortitude needed to digest that sucker without dying!
..anyway, the conversation went on like this for a while, and at one point we were all actually singing the song "Heaven Is" by Def Leppard in harmony. I also got a free bandana. Lovely! They ended up buying everything in the warmer and told me that they loved me. When they left, my coworkers were staring at me, dumbfounded. Apparently:
A) Girls don't speak to bikers. B) I knew what to say to them and it scared the coworkers. C) They are afraid of bikers.
Quite an amusing day. xd
Noctalys · Sun Jul 03, 2005 @ 04:27am · 3 Comments |