i am 22 years old. i work at outback steakhouse in the infamous "villages," where i sell my soul regularly to retired senior citizens in the area for a good tip. i've written enough of these mini life stories to know that the basics, to you, are probably all that matter. nice to meet you.
i'm sitting outside of panera bread with savina in the villages (huge retirement community) killing time before work. this place gives me the creeps. one time i came in during the dinner rush with my laptop to use the internet and every old bastard in the place stopped what they were doing and stared at me. it was like a bad dream where you're on stage trying to picture everyone naked because of how uncomfortable you are, except worse. they (ALL) watched me walk to the bathroom, order my food, and sit down.
they either thought i was really interesting or about to shoot up the place. why so serious?
Labels: old people, random