meet amy

amy worked at the messhugah cafe. our introduction was amusingly confusing. after ordering some food and taking a mini shower in the men's room's sink, i sat down at a table for a few minutes and relaxed. i heard her yell something from behind the bar. there was loud music in the background and i was delirious from driving, lack of sleep, wandering, etc... so i didn't quite follow what she was saying. i thought she was asking if i had ordered the caeser salad. hmm..was it caeser or greek i ordered? i couldn't quite remember now. so i said, "uh, i don't know, i think i did, yeah that's fine." and then i thought she said something about how she could mix the two together if i wanted, so i was like "yeah that's cool. it doesn't matter really." she kept talking but i was clueless. all along she was just trying to say my salad (whichever one i did in fact order) was ready at the end of the bar. i go and grab it and she asks me something again... i still can't comprehend shit. so we go back and forth once more. what? huh? what? who? but i eventually realize she's asking if i'm "on the sauce?" drunk? oh right? jamie's acting kinda crazy. understandable. i reply "no, just been driving a lot and...blah blah blah." explained what i've been up to a little--just quit the j-o-b a couple weeks ago, packed up the car, and split. so we start chatting some. it's her last day on the job coincidentally. trying to move to colorado in a couple weeks. we shoot the shit. good fun conversation.