so exciting...

the big scandal of the summer (so far) has been richard and his ever-growing senility.  you remember richard, he's the old guy who applauded me for graduating from college and sells rosetta stone CDs at the mall.  obviously richard's autumn years are filled with a pretty hefty schedule, so i don't even know how he has time to bitch as much as he does, but the man makes it work, god bless him.  every time, every GOD DAMN time we have to work at an event, richard has to bitch about one of the tablecloths we use: 'this tablecloth looks like it belongs on a picnic table.  we need to do something about this tablecloth.  we NEED to do something.  i'm talking to kelly.  i'm going to talk to kelly  and tell her that this tablecloth needs to GO.  it's needs to go.  it looks like it belongs on a--' WE GET IT RICHARD.

last weekend at the fremont fair, richard had to work.  SOMEHOW he managed to stop talking about the tablecloth and focused his senility beam on the band that was playing.  i guess it was too loud for him because he called our boss kelly to complain about it.

his first call to her was just him holding up the phone towards the band until kelly hung up, confused.  she called him back and was like, 'richard... what's going on?'  'DO YOU HEAR THAT?  THE BAND IS SO LOUD.  SO. LOUD.  YOU NEED TO CALL THE FESTIVAL PEOPLE AND TELL THEM TO STOP I CAN'T SET THESE APPOINTMENTS BECAUSE NO ONE CAN HEAR ME.'  'uh...'

when calling kelly didn't work, he COMMANDED bahaa (he's ARAB!) to go over and tell the band to stop playing.  when bahaa was like, 'no speaky english' or whatever, richard gave up and went back to the tablecloth.  'IT LOOKS LIKE IT BELONGS ON A PICNIC TABLE'

what a dear.

xx