[Grimm_Wolfe]

Three more stories. 

"Oh! I think I know what that is."
This story just got finished yesterday.  A week ago, one of my Hispanic co-workers, whom I'll call Maria, found out I was half-Filipino, so she talked about a Filipino woman she knew many years ago.  In particular, she talked about a recipe she would make that Maria described as a "Filipino butter cake with a cheesecake texture", and it sounded familiar to me.  The name of it escaped me, so I just Googled "Filipino butter rice cake".  Figured that would be the best guess.  Sure enough, the first image I showed her was it.  She was talking about bibingka, which is a type of rice cake with coconut and butter.  Anyway, I went to the store over the course of a week to gather ingredients to make it, which I did Friday night and brought to work on Saturday when I was off.  I found out today she hadn't had this since-I'm assuming-her teenage son was born, so over a decade.  She was quite happy with it and she finally learned the name so she can make it herself.

"*inner monologue* the fuck is my pen?!... That's not it!"
This happened today.  All the aprons in the store were being washed today, so I didn't get one for my shift.  Kinda sucks getting glaze and jellies all over your clothes, but whatever.  The true annoyance for me was the fact I usually hang my pens off the apron.  I do this so I always have a pen with me for taking down long orders.  Anyway, I didn't have that option.  At one point, I put the pen in one of my pockets.  When a customer came by, I tried feeling for my pen in all my pockets and couldn't find it.  I know I clipped it onto my pants.  In my haste, I thought I found my pen's clip and started to pull it out of my pants, only I stopped when I realized I was pulling my pocket knife out.  We're allowed to have personal knives for box-opening, etc. so I bring my own, which happens to be this: Wilson-Elite Rapid-Response Folder.  It's a small combat knife I've had since 2012.  So I almost pulled a knife to write an order down.  I found my pen clipped to the adjacent pocket. lol

"Sharp's crashing!  Get Dr. Bossman and Dr. Grimm in here, now!"
Foreword: no one was in a medical emergency, we were just fucking around.

Sharp, one of my co-workers, loves old-fashioned, glazed cake-donuts with a passion.  She pretty much eats herself sick on them and coffee, which is funny because she's as thin as a post.  Anyway, Maria and I always playfully poke fun at her.  We were joking about Sharp not getting her donut-fix and started to crash.  The ensuing dialogues went something like this:
Maria: Uh oh, Sharp's looking like she's about to pass out.
Sharp: I am, I'm tired.
Grimm: She looks like she needs her fix.
Sharp: shut up! xD
Maria: don't worry, Sharp, Dr. Grimm and Dr. Bossman will be here for you when you crash.
Sharp: stahp! xD
Grimm:  Yeah, we'll be here alright, 'oh no! Get an IV drip of coffee and push 3CCs of old-fashion!'
Maria and Sharp: *lol'ing hard*
Grimm:  We'll break one of those cookies in front of your nose like ammonia salts if we have to. xD
Sharp: You two are not right. xD

Funny moments like this happen a lot in the food-industry whenever things slow down and there's nothing else to do except wait for customers.