You know that there are a number of restaurant staff, who at the very last, smoke weed right? That wonderful, gracious, waiter of yours could be the biggest pothead since Woodstock!
Anyways, so I'm standing at my hostess station as the maitre'd and manager are discussing how they smoke up...from their stash, in brownies, in any other recipe they can think of. This is start of shift, so it's early, peeps, can't be zonked out as a dinner crowd hits, but alas they are only talking about it.
The other night my co-hostess asked me towards the end of shift, "Smell me, smell me, do you smell anything." Selfish bitch went out and smoked a joint and didn't offer me one.
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