confessions of a hospitality wench.

at the gelato shop, u see all sorts of people. young, old, english-speaking, non-english-speaking, all races, shapes and sizes. and then there are the few who u think bad thoughts of....

girl: 'could i try that one?.... and that one?... and could my friend try that one?.. and...'
inside regine's head, while handing out third popsicle stick: '.. and somewhere in the world, an entire forest is being cut down so that u can try all the flavours in the shop. it's greedy pigs like u who drive capitalism.'

girl: 'hi, could i have a single of mango and roche?'
inside regine's head: 'no, u can't, due to your objectionable eyeliner. the badger family will never accept u. there is no need to try.'

look, i'm mean, but at least i don't show it.
i just give them less ice cream.

i'm joking, i'm joking!!!