If I had not seen this I never would have believed it. My good friend works at restaurant as one of managers. I won’t say what one but it sounds a lot like “Mole-Gaas”. If you have never worked in a restaurant in your life then you should be ashamed. Everyone that goes out to eat should have to spend a week serving people food. That gripe aside you meet the most interesting people when you work in a restaurant. I won’t say his name but… yes I will it’s Kenny. Kenny happens to look like Hitler in the dishtank.

The dishtank is where you wash the dishes and often resembles a small fort. The guy that gets that job is either hated by everyone else oh just didn’t impress the boss enough to get one of the “good” jobs. In this case it is both. Kenny is one of those very white suburban kids that tans to look ethnic, talks to sound black, drives like he is in south LA, and thinks that Eminem is the finest contribution to the media world since… ever. No offence meant to Mr. Mathers since I love his stuff too but I don’t worship him like a second god. I think he would appreciate that if his lyrics are any indication.

Kenny stands at about 5’8” and maybe 135 lbs. A scrawny look with pants around the thigh region and boxers well above the “old man” line. He has grown something of a thin mustache but here is the kicker; only the middle stripe over the taint of his face is dark, the rest is see through blonde. So that token Hitler stash is all that is visible beyond even three feet. What is even better is Kenny sings Britney songs to himself while working in the dish tank.

As I have stated before, you are not allowed to ever complain when you go to a restaurant until you have worked at least one week there.

My Chi IS a resturant.

-Alex