Wednesday, February 08, 2006


The card showing today’s special at the company cafeteria read “Geek Salad.”

Fucking typos, I thought. Nobody takes pride in their work anymore.

I stepped up to the counter to place my order. A big bowl of salad would be good. Feta, anchovies, the whole works. Mop everything up with a hunk of pita bread.

That’s when I noticed the whacked-out dude behind the counter, biting the heads off live, squawking chickens and spitting them into a big tub of lettuce and dressing.

Huh, I thought. No typo after all. But at least this guy takes pride in his work.

[Cross-posted at 100 Words or Les Nessman, where the Theme of the Day is “Bowl.”]

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