Timmy Says No.

I woke up sometime around noon to the sound of my phone ringing. Angie asked me if I could work tonight. I remember being indecisive with Mike yesterday. I said no to Angie. I showered and practiced Smash Bros. Yes, there is such a thing, even after playing for so long. Then Bob called and asked if I could come in tonight. *laughs* I again said had plans and declined.

You have to understand, this is the first time I’ve ever said no to management when asked to come in on my day off. Every other time, every other fucking time, I’ve said yes and waddled my ass in. They needed another Timmy tonight and I said no. It felt good; it was worth it. I’ve come in on my day off plenty of times, I stay late, I’ve paid my dues.

I went to Erik’s house and waited for him to return from Panera. I wasn’t all that surprised that he was a bit late returning. I watched some querky show called Teen Titans on Cartoon Network. I figured that if I started playing Battlefront, he’d return. (He did.) He informed me I was on for 39.5 hours this coming week. He was unable to recall my hours, unfortunately. I better check tomorrow, so I’m in on time Monday. I don’t work Sundays anymore, at least Mike hasn’t had me on a Sunday shift in a long time. I smell three openning days, a 8 hour shift on Thursday, and a 7 hour shift on Monday. I know the total hours subtracts off for breaks. ..I think.

Ashley was already with Erik, so we went to Flanders in search of the rest of our comrades. All we could find was Cliff, so we headed to Chester as planned. We were late for the first showing of Kung Fu Hustle, so we had a whole pie, half pepperoni, half jalapenos. I was so hungry, it tasted SO good. The bill was around 13, so I tipped two Sacagaweas. *smiles*

Done eating, we saw Trent, and Martino (and this other kid named Jim) in the parking lot. The plan was for a giant Kung Fu Hustle orgy. Trent and Jim watched it with us again, while Martino bowed out. Cliff and I sat in the two isolated seats behind the handicapped spaces and beside a giant pillar. I was reminded of a story Cliff once told me about making out with a girl in those same chairs. I wasn’t perturbed, just voicing a memory to him.

It wasn’t all that good. Had it’s moments, like the boy getting peed on. It also had the smack-forehead moment when they said “He is The One.” Not so much a full-on spoof as it is a satire. Every twenty minutes, there was a new Kung Fu master.

I returned to the van to find a note on the steering wheel on the same paper Liz used to mark the occasion she taught me stick. It clearly marked Liz and Dan having been there around 9:30. She said she was going to take Dan home, “See you there?” Gotta love how I never lock my doors. I later learned that Dan contemplated cleaning my Van. *smiles*

We first took Ashley home, then to Dan’s, only to find that Liz’s car wasn’t there. Waited a few minutes. Erik got out and threw some twigs at Dan’s window. Light turned on. Success! Dan thought he was tired, but changed his mind and joined us. We went to Liz’s house and I arranged some children’s toys in sexual positions. *nodnod* Liz wanted coffee, so we piled into the Van and headed for Stardust Diner. Thanks to Four Bridges and Drakestown Road, suddenly Flanders and Hackettstown don’t seem that far away.

I was the only person to actually eat anything. I feel bad if I GOTO a diner and nobody orders any actual food. I think Erin taught me that, all those years ago. I was in the mood for food, anyway, so it was cool. The bill was under ten, so I tipped with a single sacagawea. Hey, it’s not like he did much for us.

*yawns*

Took Erik home. Took Liz home. Took Cliff home. Talked to Dan. I haven’t had one of those driving-Dan-home conversations in a while. Took Dan home. And finally, took myself home. Damn, there was some nasty fog tonight.

I believe I told Liz to show up at my condo with some people sometime after she finishes work at 6. Erik is closing tomorrow, so I think we’ll pop in before they close. If only so I can check the schedule. Maybe we’ll get some free soup. Well, maybe not. Management’s gotten a bit more anal retentive lately. We could always just say hi, then head to his house and wait for him.