- Rita: Harry got booted.
- Aurora: He got really wasted?
- Me: He got kicked out of the bar?
- Rita: The cops but a boot on his car tire.
So, a while back I went into Papaya Dog and this other gentleman starts making small talk with the staff. He asks two of the employees if they are brothers, and in my head I was relax dude, just because they’re both Latino does not mean that they’re related. But then the two men smiled and said “yes, we are brothers.” I was shocked. I’ve been coming to Papaya Dog for almost a full year now, and I had never noticed, nor seen any sort of resemblance between them. The other customer said that he’s always great at picking out relatives. I tried hard to search for some kind of resemblance between the two, and I settled on a similar smile. After the other customer left, the two employees laughed. They weren’t actually brothers, they were just messing with the guy, and I sighed in relief. For a second there, I felt bad about jumping to conclusions about the guy, when he was the one actually in the wrong for jumping to conclusions about the staff.
Any time spent wondering about what the hell your coworkers are doing in the restroom at work is too much time spent thinking about your coworkers recreational bathroom activities. But, I, just can’t help but wonder who is peeing on the floor, and notice that when certain employees are absent, these ‘spills’ are no longer an issue.