Big House and Blonde Blues

Last night at the restaurant was particularly boring.....which tends
to happen when we are not busy. Fortunately there were a few
moments which provided a couple of laughs. For instance, at one
point a couple of fellows of the redneck nature came in, recognized
the 2 work release gals who were waitressing last night, and
shouted "alright, cell block D!!! - to which the lovely Kathy replied
"That's right!!!" Fortunately the only other customers in the place
were a couple of regulars who are fully aware of the waitresses'
plight, and an Oriental man whose English was VERY limited, so
needless to say he did NOT catch on! Then I was conversing with
our long-time cook Herman, who confessed to me that he had way
too much fun ridiculing Tina's unprofessional platinum blonde dye
job during a previous night shift. Apparently he told her that she
"looked like a hooker", to which Tina responded that he didn't have
to go that far, that Herman could have said that she looked like a
stripper instead! ??? does this mean that a stripper has a better
reputation than a hooker, hence it is preferable to be told that you
look like a stripper? Well, if so, I just learned something new! But
then we are talking about Tina, the gal who, once a couple years
ago, when I called her trailer park trash, huffily corrected me,
emphatically stating that she did NOT live in a trailer park! It was
to my great amusement that in no way did she contest the 'trash'
part of the phrase! Ah, poor Tina - fake boobs, fake hair, everybody
picking on her - guess bottle blondes with plastic surgery do NOT
have more fun!