Sometimes people ask me questions that are so ridiculous I figure they must be joking. When I realize they are serious my mind kicks into high gear and frantically searches for the correct answer. When it can’t find the answer, I’m left with giving out the dumb look. This gives them time to try and ask the appropriate question, but it also gives me the reputation of being a slow thinker. Lately, I’ve learned to say, “I don’t understand your question”, or , if I’m really irritated at how ridiculous the question is, “Could you please rephrase that into something that makes sense?”
I’ve been at the Outlaw for nearly a month now. Five nights a week. The other night, a woman who works only on Thursday nights (but she’s drunk in the bar every night) asked, “Where do you usually work?”
Maybe I’m too literal. Maybe I should have made the intuitive leap and decided she meant, “Where did you used to work?” and given a vague answer. But saying I usually work in Cody implies that I’m still usually working in Cody and I’m over that. If she had asked a month ago, I could have given that answer, but now I feel it isn’t true and would open the door for more conversation, which I want almost as much as a hole in my head.
Last night was dead slow. I mean, I had two people come in for hot chocolate at 5 and I didn’t see another person or cook a bit of food the rest of the night. Sigh.
I popped into the bar a couple of times hoping to guilt someone into ordering food just so I would have something to do. Both times the nasty fat guy who works for the town was sitting at the bar swilling his beer. Both times I had my apron on and made very small conversation, right in front of Nasty Dan, with MDR about how dead it was on the other side. At the end of the night I went into the bar to fill out my time card and Nasty Dan asked, “So, where are you working now?”
I deemed that question too stupid to answer and gave him the dumb look. MDR, probably knowing I was giving Nasty Dan time to duck and cover before I gave him a stupid answer to his stupid question, answered for me.
Typically, if someone is filling out a time card while wearing some sort of uniform and standing in a place reserved for employees, they are an employee.
Am I expecting too much from these mouth breathers? Should I dumb myself down even more? My usual tactic is to fill out my time card and run from the bar before anyone can drain my IQ to the point where I’m too stupid to drive home. Maybe I’ll just stick with that.