I got cut from work early on Sunday, and thank goodness because apparently I accidentally stole and iPhone and didn't even know it. Talk about out of it. So ANYWAY, around 10 I went to the bar down the street to visit a friend, drink, get some food, and celebrate Sunday Funday. I sat at the bar by myself and kept reading my homework in between bantering with some of the servers and bartenders.
These two cute dudes sat down next to me.
I proceeded to ignore them.
Mad Mex clothes + Mad Mex stench + Mad Mex attitude = NOT DOING IT.
After about 90 minutes, one of them started talking to me.
"Hey, what are you reading?"
"I'm reading about economics and religion in historic Europe. Basically, this Chapter is about why Jewish people are considered stingy and rich."
"Oh, where do you go to school"
"Drexel"
"Oh, me too! I'm going to be a doctor!"
"Cool. I'm getting my MBA."
"Soooo, how are you going to remember what you're reading after four beers?"
"You're counting my beers?"
"uhhhhhh"
"I'm an alcoholic. And I have homework. This is my solution. It's not like I'm ever going to be operating on anyone."
We talked about other things but I was disenchanted and I really really needed to finish the last 2 pages before I passed the productive part of my drinking.
They left. Finally.
This was only one of my random stranger conversations this weekend. Generally, I shy away from them, but being a server negates being shy. I had another conversation about what Drexel kids think of Penn kids. This was my take:
"I mean, there's always exceptions to the rule, but in general, Penn kids are snobby, always right, the most important people in the room, and they can't order correctly, be polite, or look at you like you're a human being. Then they wave Daddy's Black 5 lb Amex card under your nose and proceed to tip you 10%. And that's how I feel about Penn kids."
Me and the 911 dispatcher got rull close this weekend too. Some dude puked all over his lap, chugged a beer, then asked for another one. After being told "no, get out" he proceeded to almost start a fight. And here were his parting words:
"its all cool when a dude comes in and spends all his money but as soon as he starts puking it's like dude get out!" (now, replace dude with the n-word...uh, yeaaaaa). While he and his 15 person posse were waiting for all the employees to leave the building, he fell off a ledge and couldn't move. I politely went over and said "hey guys, everything okay? need any help?" "nah man nah"
Okay. Dial 911.
Twice.
Cuz they started fighting.
Like the dudes on Friday who tried to start fighting with the kitchen guys at 1:30 a.m. "I'M FRESH OUT DA FEDERAL."
Oy.
So, what I learned this weekend:
- Jewish people have that rich/stingy stigma attached to them because back in the day it was considered immoral to lend money at interest to people. Back when the Christian church ran things. But since Jews were going to hell anyway, they could lend money to anyone. And then, because they were rich and hated and had a common language, they started dealing in small goods, like gems and gold because those things were easily hidden and available/valuable all over Europe.
- People are uncouth, unpredictable, and they suck a little. Or they're really cool. There's just no way to know, and there's no way to avoid the stupid ones.
- This new work schedule may kill me. Or cause me to kill.
- If a table hands you a stack of dishes, and their iPhone is inbetween two plates, its still your fault that the phone got "stolen" even if you return it.
Fortunately, I have class all week and I can learn even more. My brains are starting to fry....
