The fishing trip was really cool, though grueling. More on that later. In the meantime, a little social commentary.
I really get ticked off at people who talk about hwo th world’s going to hell in a handbasket because of the current generation. Like cats wasn’t messin’ up back in the day, right? But yanno, sometimes stuff happens that I don’t think would have gone down in teh olden days.
And those things make me say it again–we must convene a meeting of the G-Code Committee.
So me and the girlfriend went to breakfast on Saturday morning. The establishment was the Old Pancake House in downtown Charlotte. I feel it necessary to include this information in case you go to the place.
So we’re there, eating and all that stuff. We wound up being there for a while because one of the girlfriend’s buddies was coming to meet us and chill for a second. So I’m at the table sippin’ coffee while she finishes her omelet. Her friend shows up and joins us, and we’re all having a hunky dory time.
So now, I ask the waiter to come bring me some more coffee. Should I have had to ask for that? Of course not. But since this clown was pretty dreadful all day long–one of those cats that does his job without actually talking and asking questions– I was just happy he came over.
Buddy came over, and I pushed my cup to the edge of the table to make things easier on him. But for some reason, the dude was about to pour coffee on the middle of the table. I couldn’t figure out how in the world he could have missed the cup that badly.
Then he told me.
“I’m sorry, I was too busy looking at her.”
Now, I figure he must have been talking about the late arriving friend. After all, I’d been sitting there for almost an hour with the girlfriend. He had to know I was with her. So, he must have been looking at the other girl, right?
Wrong.
That, friends, is what we call The Blatant Disrespect, a special variety of G-Code violation. This nigga been listenin’ to too many Joe records.
By the time I realized this, nigga was gone. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have paid for the food.
When the hell did niggaz start thinkin, “my bad, I was too busy lookin at your girl,” was an acceptable thing to say AT WORK? AT WORK? Did this nigga go to the Morris Day “I Got to Be Cooler Than this Cat You’re Sittin’ With” School of Pimpin’? This nigga’s hair wasn’t as pretty as Morris’. He can’t do that. And he don’t look like he could do The Bird.
Fellas, what would you have done in that situation? I dropped the ball because it never dawned on me that was what he was gettin’ at.
Stuff like that happens, and you wonder why cats pack weapons. In ’68, he’d have got cut like deli meat.
And I’m not even the jealous type. In fact, I wouldn’t mind too much if he pulled that and I wasn’t around. She can handle such a situation as she sees fit. But in my grill? When you work on tips?
Shoulda told on him to his manager.
So yeah, if you see a wrinkly cat working at the Old Pancake House, ask for another waiter. On top of being a bad waiter, he has no respect for The G-Code.
I should have asked if he has a cousin named Rasheed.