Mind Two:
I feel kind of bad that the Minds have been slacking on posting things for you guys, so today you get TWO stories!!
The first one, a story of an awesome waitress and co-waiter at the Olive Garden, which Mind One shall tell.
Mind one.
I got this.
I got this.
First off, Mind Two and I have both been waitresses, so we understand that being awesome can either make or break a customers meal. Secondly, we also understand that a customer with a sense of humor the best thing ever. So here is a little story about how a table full of smartasses met two of the coolest people at the Nampa Olive Garden.
It all started out with the Minds and the Troll heading to Olive Garden to eat our collective body weight in breadsticks, and soup. The minds+Troll= a combination that could either end the world, or save it, we aren't really sure yet. When we first walk in, there is a bit of a scuffle among the waitresses on who would seat us, I'd like to think that they were fighting over who could have us, but in reality we probably looked like trouble and they were fighting over who had to take us. We finally get seated, and our waitress comes up to take our drink order. She asks us what we want to drink, then leans down and says this.
"One of my co-workers thinks that guy at the corner booth looks like Joseph Gordan-Levitt. But he looks like Joseph Gordan-Levitt if he did ten years of meth."
"One of my co-workers thinks that guy at the corner booth looks like Joseph Gordan-Levitt. But he looks like Joseph Gordan-Levitt if he did ten years of meth."
She then walks away to get our drinks. This was a sign that the rest of the night would be epic.
As the night went on, our server got a little busy. And we were still eating enough bread sticks to feed a third world country for a few years. Our server realized this and enlisted the help of one of her co-workers. Now when a basket of bread sticks starts making its way to our table, we all got a little excited. Then deeply saddened when we realized that the person carrying them was not our server. Sad faces all around. Then the bread sticks stopped. I'm very sure that we all looked like we were going to attack. Because the server just sat the basket on the edge of the table and started to edge away. I couldn't let him escape.
M1: "El Kevin..."
EK: "That's my name..."
M2: "El? Like. The spanish." (Mind two is reaaaaaal bad at spanish so the fact she recognized this was a serious accomplishment.)
T: "Yayayayayay bread sticks." *insert horrifying eating sounds here. Troll may be little but she eats like a T-rex.*
M1: "That is fantastic."
EK: "Yeah, but my manager is going to make me change it..." *here he walked away looking like a kicked puppy.*
Now maybe because he had brought us food, or maybe because we were all feeling a little like activists, or maybe we just wanted to cause a ruckus. We all decided to write a petition on a notecard that Mind one found in her bag. (Cause I'm a freaking prepared little soldier.) It went something like this.
"We, the customers of olive garden, would like to insist that El Kevin be allowed to keep his name tag just as it is." Then we all signed it and slipped it to our waitress.
Fast forward a few months. Mind two and I are back at Olive garden because we are fatasses and eat there wayyy too often. We told our waitress the story of El Kevin, and she told us that yes, he still had his name tag, and that the waitress that we had that night before, was her best friend. She even offered to go fetch El Kevin for us. He remembered us. Told us we were awesome.
And that dear readers is a prime example of how you can never be as cool as the Minds. Ever. Not even if there is a fire.
As the night went on, our server got a little busy. And we were still eating enough bread sticks to feed a third world country for a few years. Our server realized this and enlisted the help of one of her co-workers. Now when a basket of bread sticks starts making its way to our table, we all got a little excited. Then deeply saddened when we realized that the person carrying them was not our server. Sad faces all around. Then the bread sticks stopped. I'm very sure that we all looked like we were going to attack. Because the server just sat the basket on the edge of the table and started to edge away. I couldn't let him escape.
M1: "El Kevin..."
EK: "That's my name..."
M2: "El? Like. The spanish." (Mind two is reaaaaaal bad at spanish so the fact she recognized this was a serious accomplishment.)
T: "Yayayayayay bread sticks." *insert horrifying eating sounds here. Troll may be little but she eats like a T-rex.*
M1: "That is fantastic."
EK: "Yeah, but my manager is going to make me change it..." *here he walked away looking like a kicked puppy.*
Now maybe because he had brought us food, or maybe because we were all feeling a little like activists, or maybe we just wanted to cause a ruckus. We all decided to write a petition on a notecard that Mind one found in her bag. (Cause I'm a freaking prepared little soldier.) It went something like this.
"We, the customers of olive garden, would like to insist that El Kevin be allowed to keep his name tag just as it is." Then we all signed it and slipped it to our waitress.
Fast forward a few months. Mind two and I are back at Olive garden because we are fatasses and eat there wayyy too often. We told our waitress the story of El Kevin, and she told us that yes, he still had his name tag, and that the waitress that we had that night before, was her best friend. She even offered to go fetch El Kevin for us. He remembered us. Told us we were awesome.
And that dear readers is a prime example of how you can never be as cool as the Minds. Ever. Not even if there is a fire.
Mind Two:
The second, a tale of Mind One's complete and utter lack of grace that Mind Two shall tell, if she can stop laughing long enough.
The second, a tale of Mind One's complete and utter lack of grace that Mind Two shall tell, if she can stop laughing long enough.
First off, when Mind One asks you to go on an adventure with her, you never say no because something hilarious and/or amazing is about to happen. Which is why today, when Mind One entered the counselors office (where I was doing my independent study because I got banned from the library, the story which I will tell later) and asked me to go with her, I couldn't refuse. At this time of day, the storm that had been brewing hit us full blast. I mean hail and wind and snow and rain, coming at us all at the same time. There was snow and ice everywhere. Mind One and I had to make a mad dash for her car, which she explained to me this adventure was because she had to go to a teachers house and get a movie that was going to be watched in a class. The reason I was the tag-along was because she wasn't exactly sure where the house was and didn't want to look like an idiot by herself. I have absolutely no idea where this teacher lives, but I do know his son. I called his son to see if he would give us directions to his house, except apparently The Boy Who Ripped His Pants (yep, it was a teacher's kid who ripped his pants) doesn't know how to answer his phone. After leaving him a nasty voice message, Mind One and I decide that we can totally find this house on our own. Because we do know that The Boy is probably there and we also know what his car looks like. And surprise, it didn't actually take us that long to find. So we get there and the weather is still going balls to the walls. All Mind One wanted to do was get the movie, which was in the mailbox. However, I was not going to let The Boy get away with not answering his phone. As I go running up to his house, Mind One goes sprinting past me, trying to get out of the cold as fast as she can. Watching this, I can tell something bad is about to happen. Mind One lands the first step on the porch, skips the next two, and completely wipes out. Spread-eagle lying on the ground in pain.
Here's a visual:
Here's a visual:
Mind one cutting in, that is the most accurate picture ever. EVER.
Mind two again.
So mind one broke a flower pot on the porch. Not like cracked it either. Like snapped it into two pieces when she kicked it with her flailing limbs. And about that time, the boy opens the door and sees mind one lying on the ground and me laughing so hard I'm crying and can't breathe. And he just kind of shakes his head. Like he expected this from us. And then informs us that he thought someone was being shot on his front porch. Thanks for running outside immediately to check.
