Haha, yeah I did try to memorize the schedule of someone I liked. Also hoping to get paired up with this cute girl in french. =3
Anyway, I should update this. MOAR STORIES.
Here's a short bus story...
A lady gets on my dad's bus and is like, "I don't have any money, I'm not paying". And he says, "Well you can't ride without paying" And so the lady says, "Well I have a gun in my bag, so what if I shoot you with it, huh?" And my dad was in a bad mood. So he's all, "Well, you're just gonna have to shoot me then, miss" So the lady leaves the bus in a huff. Haha, stupid bluffer.
Okay, so my mom and her little sister lived across the street from this evil kid named Terry. Terry secretly liked Colette, my mom's little sister. So one day they were talking, they obviously got in an argument. So Terry goes and gets his dog. He tells the dog, "Sic her, sic her boy" The dog, being trained to to that, goes up to Colette and growls and gets ready to attack. Out of nowhere, the family cat (who kinda lived wherever she wanted) jumps on the dogs back and starts scratching and slicing the dog up. There was blood everywhere and Terry and the dog are crying, and the dog was missing skin and fur BADLY. Hahah, I like that story, cause Jenny the alley cat saved the day. I wonder if my pets would attack someone threatening me.
Okay WAITER STORIES. not mine. Goes to this awesome anonymous waiter.
http://waiterrant.blogspot.com/He's got tons of awesome stories about crazy people while he was waiting on people. I'ma share some in this thread. Okay here's one his friend emailed him.
Last week, we took some friends out to a new restaurant, and noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange. When the busboy brought our water and utensils, I noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket. Then I looked around saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets.
When the waiter came back to serve our soup I asked, "Why the spoon?"
"Well," he explained, "the restaurants' owners hired Andersen Consulting to revamp all our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. If our personnel are better prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift."
As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he was able to replace it with his spare.
"I'll get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen instead of making an extra trip to get it right now."
I was impressed. I also noticed that there was a string hanging out of the waiter's fly. Looking around, I noticed that all the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. So before he walked off, I asked the waiter, "Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that string right there?"
"Oh, certainly!" Then he lowered his voice. "Not everyone is so observant."
That consulting firm I mentioned also found out that we can save time in the rest-room. By tying this string to the tip of 'you know what', we can pull it out without touching it and eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the time spent in the rest-room by 76.39 percent."
"After you get it out, how do you put it back?"
"Well," he whispered, "I don't know about the others, but I use the spoon."
lololol. Okay more stories plz.
And the sad part is that she's one of the hottest redheads I've ever met (Me like redheads 
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