You Speak Real Good English!

Wow, today really sucked. Woke up this morning and my mom was complaining about back pains and a headache, so I had to go up to the restaurant to help out. I was supposed to go to the Taste with some friends. It was something I was waiting a long time for, and I had to work instead. Well, I missed out on a lot, but here's what I did today:

Some nice guy tipped me $2. No one tips anymore!! Even for delivery guys. Man, that's pretty harsh, because a lot of people make their money from tips. And when people do tip, it's like a dollar... Cheap punks.

My uncle (let's call him Uncle #3) got yelled at a lot today... He's new to the job, and my dad and Uncle #1 were just criticizing him at every turn. I felt really bad for him because he was a real nice guy and to have his spirit crushed is harsh.

And at night, some lady was talking to my mom, and then she asked me something and when I replied, she said "Wow, you speak real good English! Good job!". What the freak... Just cause I'm Chinese I can't speak English?? And to make it worse, she then asked me what part of China I came from. Some people are just retarded...

There was also a question troubling me the whole time... If the Autobots keep getting the metal knocked out of them (Prime spit out something when he got kicked in the head. Like when people spit out teeth?), how do they regrow it?? Do metal parts just... spring (pardon the pun!) out??

Wow, when I was at the restaurant, I actually had a LOT more to write. But I don't seem to be in a writing mood at the moment, so that kind of explains the... erratic-ness of this post? Well, I'm going to sleep. Going to (hopefully) go to the Taste tomorrow.

-Gary M.