Monty
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I am just now winding down from my visit to Seattle and getting ready to go home and thought I would reflect on Seattle lifestyles.
First off, people in Seattle are way too healthy. No one eats red meat except tourists and no one knows how to cook or not cook a bloody rare steak. I ate 3 prime rib steaks in Seattle,(my favorite), all charred to death and burned to the consistency of an old shoe sole. They tasted like charcoal briquettes, no, charcoal is better with a little Heinz 57 on it! Everyone in the restaurant suddenly stopped talking and stared when I ordered my steak. It was scary! I felt like the Frankenstein monster must have felt when the town mob was coming! The waitress shrieked aloud, "Eeeeek! A rare steak"! After the other patrons froze momentarily they began whispering with their mouthes covered with a hand and the din was unbearable. A few even got a rabid look in their eyes and dribbled a bit of fish or chicken down their chins, apparently ready to string me up if I made a false move! When my order arrived everyone stopped eating and just watched me. Try as I might I couldn't disguise that crunch as I ate my rare burned to a crisp steak.
Every thing smells like fish! The seashore, the restaurants, even many of the people smell like fish! I'm pretty sure I saw some people with gills. I bought some deodorant and it smelled like fish! There's definitely something fishy going on here! Everyone is tall......real tall. My neck hurt from looking up all the time! If it hadn't been for my family I would never have seen the top of anyone's head. That's good if you are bald. No one can tell cause they can't see the tops of anyone's head!
The street bums in Seattle are a much higher class street bum than in Oklahoma. Since they all smell like fish they don't really stink like the ones at home. Instead of asking for change, they ask for ten bucks. One asked for twenty bucks because he had a date! Several times I heard," Hey buddy, you got ten bucks for a lattee"? I told one bum I only had a hundred dollar bill and he said, "No problem, I can make change"! One bum saw me walk by in my normal street clothes and gave me a dollar! I took it and bummed another eight to buy a lattee!
Tip jars! They are everywhere! I couldn't figure it out. I saw several on retail sales counters! They wanted me to tip them for taking my money? I bought a sandwich in a curbside diner and it cost me ten bucks. All I had was a hundred dollar bill and the waitress looked down her nose at me asked me if I wanted change back! I said of course, and pretended to stuff a ten into the tip jar as I took out two! I felt kinda' bad about it until the waitress met me in the parking lot with a gun and her panty hose stretched over her head and mugged me! I recognized her by all the tattoos and metal objects sticking out of her face. I called the police and got a parking ticket. Well, more later gotta' run for now. Monty
First off, people in Seattle are way too healthy. No one eats red meat except tourists and no one knows how to cook or not cook a bloody rare steak. I ate 3 prime rib steaks in Seattle,(my favorite), all charred to death and burned to the consistency of an old shoe sole. They tasted like charcoal briquettes, no, charcoal is better with a little Heinz 57 on it! Everyone in the restaurant suddenly stopped talking and stared when I ordered my steak. It was scary! I felt like the Frankenstein monster must have felt when the town mob was coming! The waitress shrieked aloud, "Eeeeek! A rare steak"! After the other patrons froze momentarily they began whispering with their mouthes covered with a hand and the din was unbearable. A few even got a rabid look in their eyes and dribbled a bit of fish or chicken down their chins, apparently ready to string me up if I made a false move! When my order arrived everyone stopped eating and just watched me. Try as I might I couldn't disguise that crunch as I ate my rare burned to a crisp steak.
Every thing smells like fish! The seashore, the restaurants, even many of the people smell like fish! I'm pretty sure I saw some people with gills. I bought some deodorant and it smelled like fish! There's definitely something fishy going on here! Everyone is tall......real tall. My neck hurt from looking up all the time! If it hadn't been for my family I would never have seen the top of anyone's head. That's good if you are bald. No one can tell cause they can't see the tops of anyone's head!
The street bums in Seattle are a much higher class street bum than in Oklahoma. Since they all smell like fish they don't really stink like the ones at home. Instead of asking for change, they ask for ten bucks. One asked for twenty bucks because he had a date! Several times I heard," Hey buddy, you got ten bucks for a lattee"? I told one bum I only had a hundred dollar bill and he said, "No problem, I can make change"! One bum saw me walk by in my normal street clothes and gave me a dollar! I took it and bummed another eight to buy a lattee!
Tip jars! They are everywhere! I couldn't figure it out. I saw several on retail sales counters! They wanted me to tip them for taking my money? I bought a sandwich in a curbside diner and it cost me ten bucks. All I had was a hundred dollar bill and the waitress looked down her nose at me asked me if I wanted change back! I said of course, and pretended to stuff a ten into the tip jar as I took out two! I felt kinda' bad about it until the waitress met me in the parking lot with a gun and her panty hose stretched over her head and mugged me! I recognized her by all the tattoos and metal objects sticking out of her face. I called the police and got a parking ticket. Well, more later gotta' run for now. Monty