We’ve experienced a few changes over the last week or so but, somewhat oxymoronically, the KAF tedium has not abated. So let’s see what’s new and not so new in the zoo.
Lost in Translation
I haven’t seen a Surf with a busted ball joint this entire roto! L claimed to have seen one but she’s British and they claim that Monarchy is a valid form of government so they are not to be trusted. The confirmed sightings of Fruses, however, is way up. My suspicion is that the assembly line ball joint installer guy was moved to the decal application department. Thanks to M for spotting this latest one in a parking lot on our way home from work last week. As I got out of my car, IPod in hand, the approximately dozen guys crammed into the smoking gazebo looked quite surprised to have a visitor. One fellow walked over. “Hi, I just want to get a picture of your car” I said in my best pseudo-friendly voice as I gestured at the backwards writing only to be met with a blank stare. It dawned on me that the guy spoke no English so I spoke more loudly as I slowly annunciated “The writing backwards…funny…haha”. Blank stare accompanied by vaguely ominous rumblings from the gazebo which encouraged me to quickly skedaddle with my photo.
Grease is the Word
As we walked towards the North Line for lunch, DN mentioned that it smelled like a deep fry day. One can often smell what’s on the menu before actually getting into a DFAC (although it’s disconcerting when the smell is seemingly unrelated to the menu). DN seemed rather enamoured of the prospect of a greasy feast so I suggested we walk inside the rocket wall. There are some enormous fan vents there under which there is a perennial grease puddle. I suggested to DN that, if he timed it just right, he could catch a grease drop on his tongue just like the first snowflake of a beautiful winter flurry. He demurred.
North Line News
North Line now also offers pretty decent grilled cheese sandwiches at most lunches. They’re usually using white bread and process cheese…just the way god intended. What’s the “process” in process cheese? No one knows but the day-glo orange ambrosia it creates is the perfect accompaniment to bleached flour. One time they used whole wheat bread…what the fuck? That’s like using those goddamn fruit flavoured miniature marshmallows to make Rice Krispie Squares. Anyway, imagine my delight when I see these properly processed grilled cheese sandwiches calling my name. Then imagine my dismay to find that there is no fucking ketchup at the condiment bar. Grilled cheese without ketchup? That’s the moral equivalent of surgery without anesthetic for chrissakes. I’m not sure I can forgive them for this.
Okay, they have real ice cream at every lunch. I forgive them their trespasses.
Who’s Watching the Watcher?
Times They are A-Changin’
Many moons ago, in response to a reader’s
whine request, I created a page listing the DFAC meal hours. with a solemn pledge to update it if I ever fucking felt like it. I never did. Well, some smarty pants commented on it with an update of the meal hours for every DFAC on KAF. So it’s updated. Get off my back.
Moving on Up
Being the first one to take up residence in the new building, L didn’t make us enthused about the move. “How are your neighbours?” I innocently asked. In most societies, a lady being asked such a question by a gentleman might reply “Oh, they’re just lovely. I’m sure we’ll soon be fast friends”. But this is KAF and my simple question brought forth the following: “Ugh, one of them was using the toilet with the stall door wide open! I don’t need to see her poo. Why would she do that? Oh, and she was making noises the whole time…you know, grunts and things. What the hell?”
At least our company recognizes the prima dona temperament of our guys and gives us single rooms. L’s company isn’t so perceptive and she now has to share. Her roommate, a very nice Canadian woman, is new to KAF and considerably younger than the crowd I
bitch and moan work with. Consequently, she was quite excited and enthusiastic about being here when she joined us for dinner on her first night. We did, however, give her a glimpse into what she may become and, perhaps, helped her on her way. I was particularly delighted by her cheerfully rendered comment “These carrots are pretty terrible”. That’ll morph into “Holy fuck, I can’t eat this shit” soon enough…you mark my words.
Got Change for A DFAC?
Anyway, the new separate entrances are a boon to
underemployed highly efficient folks like me who can dawdle over meals. It means I no longer have to wait in line behind some poor fuck with three take out boxes while he fills them up with his best guess at each person’s preferences. But, I really don’t like the way stuff is getting moved around in each of the DFACs. I entered the Far East a couple of nights ago, turned right to get my tray and shit and “Aghhh” there was a goddamn wall there. I spun around in confusion, my head awhirl, thinking “What mad chicanery is this? This labyrinth is unfathomable!” Turned out the trays were a few feet to my right. But I still didn’t like it.
Remember those new signs I told you about? They’re up at all the Supreme DFACs. So, I was at the Cambridge for breakfast the other day. Santos was in fine form so I got my three eggs over easy in no time. I then went looking for the bread…the white fucking bread. “Hey, there’s the bakery sign…boy, those new signs are useful”, I naively thought. The bakery had a half basket of rolls and whole wheat bread. I dejectedly grabbed two pieces of whole wheat as the gorge rose in my throat. It’s then I notice a couple of guys over at some toasters a row over. By the contented looks on their faces I just knew they were toasting deliciously bleached white bread. Sure enough, there it was…a basket of the whitest bread I had ever seen…right underneath the fucking “Ice Cream” sign. I then noticed three signs (“Salad”, “Sandwiches” and “Condiments” if I recall correctly) hanging forlornly over nothing at all over by the new take out area wall. What’s the point?
I told you about that really shitty party at the Lux we went to at L’s insistence despite the DFACOmatic recommending Niagara. Well, a few days ago, J really wanted a hamburger for dinner so, rather than use the DFACOmatic, I suggested the Niagara because they always have hamburgers. We got there and there was a huge line up right out the door. “Fuck this” J, M and I exclaimed pretty much simultaneously and we trundled off to the Lux. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that hamburgers aren’t something the Luxembourgianishites (sp?) have any expertise with. J and I both went for the burgers…a decision I immediately regretted as it was fished outta the grease bucket and plopped on my plate bringing forth memories of the lung burger I’d eaten last year. The lesson for everyone here is to use the DFACOmatic for all your KAF dining decisions. If you don’t, the terrorists have won.
I’ll leave you with a couple of KAF sights that I found amusing:
“Strange fascination, fascinating me. Changes are taking the pace I’m going through” – David Bowie