Jules' Birthday

Today's my birthday. Hugh took me to BJ's Brewhouse where there was one waitress who smelled like stank ass. I thought there was a rule about hygiene with service staff. She looked alright, probably in her mid to late 20's, but smelled like she was stuck in a hot bathroom with no windows while she took a long steamer, didn't wipe very well, sprayed herself with a whole can of cheap air freshener and worked up some swamp ass sweat while she made her rounds. I didn't even have to look up and see her, the smell just sucker punched me as she passed by. I had to breathe shallow when she stopped at the the next table and took their order. Luckily she stayed away while we were actually eating. You wonder how some people cannot smell their own stink. Like people with dragon breath who always want to tell you a secret. I know I've had my own bad days, but I'm not serving someone food while smelling like a hot port-o-john.

Anyway I had my birthday P'zookie and when we got home, he had bought me a giant bouquet of flowers. It made up for the restaurant. ~J