11:56 a.m. - 2003-09-02
With extreme prejudice...
And so�I�m back at the Fish. With extreme prejudice.
My brother and I were joking once that if you put the phrase �With Extreme Prejudice� after any sentence, it just makes it sound that much cooler.
I�m going to make a sandwich�WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.
I have to take a pee� WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.
See? It�s just cooler. And you have to do it in that auto show announcer kind of voice (�Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!�) in order to make the effect Total. Try it, you�ll like it.
Anyhow, I am back working at the Fish House. Oh joy and jubilation. My first night back, Saturday, I do believe I was making up for 7 weeks of blunders all in one night. I broke a bowl (not altogether unusual for me), I bumped into many people and almost knocked at least one person down and I spilled Sour Cream down an old lady�s back. Oh yeah, they missed me, let me tell you. Despite the setbacks, it wasn�t such a bad night. After there was general agreement amongst the staff that, yes, I did in fact still work at the place and, no, in fact I didn�t ask for 7 weeks vacation, although that�s what was given to me, I managed to make a bit of cash.
And that, in the end, is what it�s all about.
