I am now employed at a place d'employment where the outfit I'm made to wear is, you guessed it: plaid on plaid on plaid. And not the really attractive plaid you're definitely thinking of. Oh, and part of it is a vest.
And people ask (make fun of, subtly) about the outfits all the time.
"Do you like wearing that?"
"Do you wear that outside of work?"
"Who came up with that horrendous outfit?"
Well, this forced fool-makery has got me thinking.
I wish to someday start a Morrissey-themed restaurant where the uniforms will be leather pants and half-open sweat-soaked shirts, which we waitrons will change like every 15 minutes, or between songs--and we'll play non-stop Morrissey, and we'll only have tables for one; and oh my, well I haven't worked out all of the specifics! Let's just say you'll probably leave crying, but I won't.
I wish to someday start a Morrissey-themed restaurant where the uniforms will be leather pants and half-open sweat-soaked shirts, which we waitrons will change like every 15 minutes, or between songs--and we'll play non-stop Morrissey, and we'll only have tables for one; and oh my, well I haven't worked out all of the specifics! Let's just say you'll probably leave crying, but I won't.
For more Morr, please see Ricky's sensical blog: http://morrisseyandpicturesofcats.blogspot.com/
4 comments:
Dear blogger,
Please blog some hilarity.
Love, blog fan
i think you should start writing again. this months-long anticipation is just too much. i need more wit in my life.
oh yeah, this is kristen with my very own inactive blog.
yesss, perhaps i shall resume?! ~james lyman irving the first
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