Me vs. Flying Cheese

My very first food fight happened at age 35 and it was while I was working. It wasn't the typical cafeteria style "Let's have a food fight guys! Yeah!". It was a fight of anger that happened to involve food.

I'm setting up the bar taking stools down and I notice a man and woman sitting on the sidewalk next to the driveway. The woman is slumped over in a just-shot-up kinda way, and the man is smoking a butt. I start to realize they very well just might be waiting for me to open and be my first customers, oh joy! I act in a proactive manner and walk by looking at them enough so they see my face and remember me when they attempt to enter bar. Lucky me, they still enter bar. They order a couple burgers, mozzarella stix and try to order 2 beers. I tell him I will serve, but her I will not. Him understands, but her does not like. The food order is put in, (money collected in advance of course, me a smaht cookie) his beer is poured, and words are exchanged between her and I. Not quite sure what the words were, but let's just assume coming from me it was nothing but high quality sass. She starts yelling without really saying anything and I respond with something like "look honey..." and she did not like that.

"You called me honey?! You're a lady, you should start acting like one." - Her

"Act like a lady? A LADY? I'm wearing a fucking skirt and fucking knee socks. You got makeup running down your face, and your fingernails look like you've been digging for potatoes!" - Cute Sweet Me

That's all she needed. Suddenly, as if in slow motion, I see a mozzarella stick come flying at me, marina sauce and all. And like Bruce Lee I karate deflect it back in her direction. More stix come at me, but this woman is too cracked out to hit the target - my pretty little face. Eventually her buddy realizes he is going to have to escort her out before a leap over the bar and put the smack down on this smacked out nutjob. All I hear him mumble to her while he's dragging her is "Come on! I can't get in trouble again!" In a way, I kind of felt bad for this dude. It's hard to be selective about the company you keep when you wake up next to them with a needle hanging out yer arm on city hall lawn. Shit, their burgers are still grilling up in the back. Poor guy, he's probably pretty hungry. So he comes back, apologizes and really just wants his burgers. I bag them up and hand them over and wish him luck. Don't worry kids, I did NOT give him my phone number like I usually do.

Skippety do da day...2:oo pm comes. Adamame walks in the bar, bearing gifts of iced coffee treats as usual, with a very amused look on his face.

"I just saw the most amazing thing. I wanted to take a picture of it. I wanted to take the picture and then have it put on a t-shirt." - Adamame

"What?! What?!" - Adorable Dani

"There is some woman passed out on city hall lawn with her face burried in a cheeseburger!" - Adamame

And there you have it. My food-fight-cherry-popping shift and karma in the form of a face dented meat product.