Relationships, Haunted Houses, and a Dildo

Me: Wow, has it been this slow since you got here?
Brandi: Yeah.
Me: Ouch.
Brandi: Tell me about it.

Alex is officially gone, except when he comes in as a patron, and now a gal named Debbie is getting the hang of the kitchen. Not much to get the hang of last night, though. Marianne hung out in the kitchen with her, helping and training. Then she came out and spent some time chatting with the people at one of my tables. Marianne's got a hang-up about coasters, so when I got her a refill of her drink (no coaster) she started pawing through my apron for one. It was not an experience I'm keen on repeating.

Me: I just got groped by Marianne.
Brandi: You didn't get turned on, did you?
Me: Ooh baby.

Of course, this came back on me a scant twenty minutes later when the two inarticulate gals from the jukebox experience a while back start dancing with each other.
Brandi: That turn you on?
Me: You know, I hate to break your heart, but I'm not a lesbian. It'll never work between us.
Brandi: I suppose that's true. We're just too different. I guess I'll just have to stay with my boyfriend.

Since the night stayed slow, I made a number of trips to the basement. One of our regular duos (Roommates, I think) was hunkered down at the bar. They're friends of Dave 2 and they're both the kind of people who're predisposed to being smiley. It's also kind of funny how much they contrast with each other - one is shortish and blond, the other is tall and dark haired (though you can't really tell 'cause he's always wearing a ball cap).

Anyhow, sometime around twelve thirty I found out one of them (or they?) lives in a haunted house. Used to be a mortuary. He was describing some ghouly experiences and I couldn't help but hear the voice of Gillian Anderson in my head saying "Mulder, there must be some scientific explanation." Yeah, I'm a skeptic. However, true or not, it still made for a good story.

In other news, K.C.'s got a girlfriend now. He mentioned her in passing last night, then when I prodded a bit, he suddenly couldn't stop talking about her. Among the comments he made was, "I haven't slept in two days, I feel like crap, but I still feel like a million bucks because of her." You get the idea, right? Shortly thereafter, the gal herself came in with some friends. She seems alright, too. She was pretty chummy with Julia, and I figure if Julia's given her okay, then the gal must be alright for K.C.

Then, toward closing, I overheard this from a lady talking with her friend:
Gal: You see that gal in the pink shirt? Well, I see her sometimes at the other bar. She always comes in with high class people, the lawyers and such. And she's dating this place's doorguy. She hangs out with lawyers and she's dating the guy with the mohawk.
Her tone was skeptical. I was surprised. Not the sort of comment I would have expected from this person. I would have thought she'd know better.

After all, when you look at what makes a good relationship you can pretty much focus on two things, right?
1. How that person treats you.
2. How they make you feel.
I've spent many a Friday and Saturday night chatting with K.C. and seeing how he treats people. Even accounting for the fact that part of his job is described by being nice to everybody, he's still near the top of the list of people I know who just sincerely like people.

I've met the lawyers. I've waited on them on multiple occassions. I'm not overly impressed. Now, I'm not trying to categorize people here - after all, one of my favorite regulars is a lawyer, but so is one of my most despised regulars. Given what I've seen of K.C. and what I've seen of the lawyers, I don't question K.C.'s girlfriend's choice in the least.

Right, climbing off the soapbox now.

To finish this post off, a new bad joke from Donny:
There's this guy and his wife. They've been married for twenty five years and every time they have sex, he uses a dildo, but he doesn't tell his wife. Then, one day, she finds out. She's pissed off that he's been lying to her so she takes the dildo over to where he's reading the newspaper and yells, "How do you explain this?!"
He lowers the newspaper, looks at her, and says, "How do you explain the two kids?"