Work is for hard thinking.

A quiet night at a restaurant actually leads to a lot of useless thinking. And when you're tired and crashing from a sugar high, this is what you get:

lemanya is standing at the waitstaff bench, a pile of laminated menus in front of her. In one hand she holds a wet cloth, and scrubs furiously at a pen mark on one of the menus.

Lemanya: (thinking) God bless lamination. Stupid pen marks. Who the hell writes on a public menu? At least they're freaking laminated. Imagine if they weren't- I'd never be able to get this pen off. Or soy sauce. Nobody has respect for these menus- they're covered in soy sauce. Marinated in soy sauce even! Haha, marinated, and it's soy, so... oh shut up. Stupid pen. Yeah... definitely god bless marination.

I MEAN LAMINATION!

Man, does one word give a whole different meaning or what? Marination...

(giggles. Out loud. End scene)




And I really need to post a new story. The amount of time that has elapsed is ridiculous.