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A Day in the Life of A Waiter
Posted by Dane on Wednesday, 28 January 1998, at 2:25 a.m.

FINALLY………. My speed-o-meter read 151 mph. It was blindingly fast. I could hardly see the dashes in the road. I get ready to take a pict………..OH NO…….a deer! The tires were screeching…. smoking……BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I reach over and turn off the alarm, heart still beating fast.

I hate that dream. Why does it always have to be that one? I roll out of bed, almost slipping on the magazines and Boxster book, sitting on the floor, by my bed.

Ah, I smell breakfast. I look at my plate…..Pastel yellow scrambled eggs, and glacier white milk. Hey, if you look closely, the eggs piled on my plate look like a Boxster. I eat the convertible top first. “Man the car looks good with the top down”, I think to myself. I eat the whole car and hurry off to the shower.

As the water drips down my head, I wonder “does the Boxster soft top have any leaking problems?” “Better post a note to Porsche Pete’s board to find out”, I remind myself. Almost late for work. I think I’ll wear my lucky suit… Metropol Blue with an Ocean Jade Shirt. That babe, Betty, loves me in this.

The drive to work is miserable in my old car. A corvette drives by, “there’s a Boxster wannabe”, I say out loud. Wannabe after wannabe driving cars with a sport motif.

I enter work through the back door as usual, pass by the door with the sign indicating the room “EQUIPMENT ROOM”. I take out my pen and add a T. TEQUIPMENT, yeah, that’s better.

My co-worker Dan says, “ Got yer car yet?” “Nope not yet”, I mumble. “Got yer car yet?” The entire staff asks throughout the day. I get quite grumpy by the tenth time.

Finally lunch time. Off to Taco Bell, indigestion or not, to win the silver beauty. My odds are getting better every day. Maybe ….just ……..Maybe this will be the day. Nope.

At the end of the day I return to my car to make the trip home. If only I had my Boxster to take me home, I dream. Wannabe here, wannabe there, everywhere a wannabe Boxster on the road home.

Dinner is good. Needs a little more Boxster red barbecue sauce though. Cutting my steak…..ouch…..that hurt. Guards Red, oozing out of my finger!

Time to read my 351 messages on Pete’s board. Oh man, not more posts about color and paint chipping. Hasn’t the one about the speed-o-meter been beaten to death already? More oil leaks? The Boxster is going to be condemned as a health hazard if any more oil leaks. Glad to see everyone’s still kickin’, Greg, Mark, Pete, Martin, Betty, Berkeley, Greg, Cecil, Mark from Germany, “King” Joe, Juan, Dennis, Chris, Ron, Walt, Bob, Print, John, Andrew, David, and everyone. The gang’s all here.

“Honey, Where is that old Car & Driver with the Boxster article?”, I ask. “Haven’t you read that one a million times already?, she replies. “Yes, but it’s been three weeks since the last time”, I shoot back.

Time for bed. One day it will be here.

FINALLY………. My speed-o-meter read 151 mph. It was blindingly fast. I could hardly see the dashes in the roa………………..OH NO…….a deer! The tires were screeching….........................………………………………

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