  Saturday was the worst work night ever. Poppa was on, he was cranky because Lunkhead is making his life more difficult. Kurt got yelled at by a cranky biatch, I was so tired I was gagging periodically. Then, the drunk driver came in. I didn't know he was driving for sure until he got back into his car, but when I was talking to him, I got his name, and description, because, hey, I'm Hunch Girl.
When he left I cranked into the dining room, me and Poppa discovered he was driving, and Poppa got his plate number. I called the cops. The drunk guy pulled into the center lane, hit a cab, went into a parking lot, almost sideswiped two oncoming cars on his way out of the parking lot, and destroyed some pylons. The cops came and took a statement from me. As far as I know, no one got hurt. I wish I was as confident as my hunches; I feel I really should have taken better action to ensure he didn't drive off.
I mean, the guy was ossified; he only managed to say 'pizza', and 'slice' to me. In effect, it took him about ten minutes to order a slice. He had trouble standing without swaying. And I was almost positive when he came in that he was driving.
Kurt kinda sorta maybe not really wants to quit driving. The delivering is ruining the car. On a busy night, it's not peculiar to put on about 350kms, because the range of delivery is fairly extensive. He gets yelled at for mistakes we in the kitchen make, and he has to lift a lot of shit and do gruntwork. That wouldn't be all that irritating, save that he has a bad back, and he's been eating way more advil than is usual because of it. Yargh, I say. But, the Powers that Be are still considering giving Kurt a stint in the kitchen. And that will be pleasant. Still no decision on meds...Any thoughts? The other thing; Kurt and I want to donate money to WAAG, and other charitable organisations. Of course, what little 'extra' money we have (The quotations are to highlight the fact that we NEVER should spend this money - it ought to go to bills) we spend on treats; ice cream, pop, junk food, and the occasional date. I'm selfish. i want to continue to buy these little treats because, they're treats, and we work nine hour shifts and we never do anything fun whiiiiiiiine whine whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneee.
Giving the money away, though, has been discussed and agreed upon. We really ought to do it. The plan was to take tips and give it away. Hasn't worked so far. Seems very complicated, for such a simple matter - we said it, we should do it. Life keeps getting in the way, though. I'm going to try and sleep. Wish me luck. 
