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The Waitress: All kinds of small dramas happen right infront of one's eyes if we pay attention. Two kids needed to get a rope to tie their door shut on their way home from a party at the lake. The bumper was totally gone and they only hit two cars on their way out. I think the girl will cry if she ever sobers up.
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The Waitress: White water truck rolls up with smoke billowing from the back wheels. Driver borrows the phone. Rear seal is leaking on the breaks. They tell him to just try to get through the day with it.
April 18 at 11:08am ·


The Waitress: Lylbun wants to check the statistics on Zenyatta's lineage. He is impressed with a horse named Kris S, but he won't have money to go back to the track until after his social security check comes in May.
April 18 at 11:12am ·


The Waitress: Dan called to see if anyone could come give him a jump. His truck died over at Keiths' last night and he had to walk home. John took off his apron and started up the welding truck to go help.
April 18 at 11:14am ·


KB: well it sounds like life is staying interesting for you!!!
April 18 at 11:30am ·


The Waitress: Troy spends 20 minutes telling me about the Ubuntu operating system and we look up Mark Shuttlesworth who funded it at one time. Interesting character. Troy has the internet part of the cafe working in top form. Sometimes there are more people on the computers than not... like me here by myself. Mike is hooked on Farmville. John is hooked on government surplus auctions.
April 18 at 12:04pm ·


The Waitress: Biker gang stops outside, but when they find out we don't serve alcohol, they head on.
April 18 at 12:05pm ·


The Waitress: Ex-waitress comes by to borrow a hammer so she can nail the back door of her mobile home. She moved out last summer to go to work in town and the big winds on Friday blew it open. John makes her a deal to move it over here. She's got to move all the Amway motivational CDs out of it. The tires and wheels were taken off of her trailer and Tim put it on his trailer, but Tim's moved to town to and his place was repossessed. John will just go over and take the axel and tires. He might get Tim to come fix the clutch on the semi before he moves the trailer.
April 18 at 12:42pm ·


JKL: You need to go back to the waitress blog!
April 18 at 12:44pm ·


The Waitress: I think it's more fun writing it in facebook entries.
April 18 at 2:10pm ·


The Ex-Nun: I love your varied entries. Lots of drama, Mama. It also reaches more people right now. They navigate FACEBOOK, but don't search out a blog.
Keep 'em comin'.
April 18 at 2:55pm ·


The Waitress: Navajo family from Farmington stops in out on a Sunday drive... he's a heavy equipment operator, she works in a nursing home. I try to get them to talk about the Dinetah but they look at me like I'm talking to someone else.
April 18 at 3:00pm ·


The Waitress: John has an electric reciprocating saw and is cutting a new door on the north side of the building. It opens into the little "drive through" they attached a few weeks ago. It won't be long until you don't have to get out of your car to have one of Navajo City's finest burritos.
April 18 at 3:02pm ·


JKL: Wow! McNavajo's!
April 18 at 3:06pm ·


The Waitress: End of the day. The floor is mopped. I just have to get the daily report from the cash register. The tip jar was a little light with only $5 for the day, but hey, I only had one table (of 5 plus a baby). This is mostly a convenience store sort of truck stop.
April 18 at 5:40pm ·


The Waitress: We are driving two trucks home so I can have the welding truck to work on my mustang receiving pen. Anyone want to come help?
April 18 at 5:41pm ·

The Secret Service Sends a Surrogate

One of the Ex-cooks got involved in something very very bad.....Getting people to take counterfeit checks and send him real money. Yep, one of those crazy internet scams where the crook is buying something from you, and pays you more than they need to, and then asks you for change. Well, thank goodness this ex-cook doesn't live around here!

But part of that scam is that they have to get the counterfeit checks to send, so some kind of criminal organization exists that produces them and sends them to intermediaries, like the ex-cook, to send on to the victims. So the idiot ex-cook has a shipment of these checks sent to the Roadhouse, then calls and tells us there is some stuff that we need to send along to him.

The ex-cook (whom you may remember as getting locked in the cooler over the Cody Special) was arrested about the time the package arrived. When I found out the reason for the arrest, I knew it was probably a package of counterfeit checks.

I called the arresting police officer. He was non-committal about the package.... said he would get back to me. Over the weekend, the cooks face showed up on the front page of the state's biggest newspaper. I am sure the arresting officer was having fun with the media and couldn't bother about evidence. After four days and a box of counterfeit checks just laying around here, I started thinking it was sloppy investigative procedure. If there was any evidence in the package or leads to the sender, the trail was growing cold. I finally called the State Police to see if they would take it off our hands. The State Police recommended mailing it to the arresting officer. Right... like pay out my hard earned tips to send them something that is really none of my concern!!!! Take time out of my day to drive 50 miles to the post office!!! Don't they get paid to take care of things like this?

I looked at the newspaper article again. The Secret Service is involved. Is there a public phone number for the Secret Service? Hey, there is.... I got the right officer right away. Yes, he would drive the 400 miles to pick it up. No problem. Well, then practicality must have taken hold of him and he called one of his buddies in the FBI that are in NW New Mexico. When the Roadhouse opened then next morning the FBI agent was waiting outside to pick up the evidence. That is almost enough to make us feel really important.

The Celebrity Waitress Program

I've been training the Celebrity Waitresses as they come in. Today I am training Lucy, from Bristol in England. Of course the oil field men give nice tips to good looking women with foreign accents. Even the the men that have to ask for translation services from the local staff leave five dollar bills in the Celebrity Waitresses tip jar.

Thanks to the Self-Service Customers

Last night I had locked up and was sweeping the floor, anxious to get home, when Scooter drove into the parking lot. At the end of the day I usually have a few left over burgers in the hot case that I take pleasure in giving away, so I was happy to unlock the door and let Scooter in. He bought a soda and took a bacon cheeseburger for his ride home.

I finished sweeping, put some new paper in the bathrooms, and counted down the cash in the register, leaving $150 to start the morning. John finished cleaning the grill, sweeping the floor, and we jumped in the car to get to the bank and make some deposits. I went into the hardware store to get some glue to fix the womens toilet and John went to the grocery store to pick up tortillas and cheese. It looked like we would get home well before dark, with a good days work under our belts.

Then the cell phone rang.

It was Fidel Candelaria. The door of the Roadhouse was wide open. They had called the State Police. He was there. We turned a sharp u-turn and headed back down the Largo towards the highway. I realized that I hadn't re-locked the door behind Scooter. For some reason we didn't worry too much even though the last months inventory build up and the register were at stake. We were prepared for what ever we found.

Two police officers and Fidel were sitting at the counter chatting when I bounded in the front door. There was a little pile of money on the counter near the cash register. A note on a napkin around a couple of dollars read "2 packs of dentyne". The $150 was still in the register and the self-service customers had left $11 to pay for their purchases. It had been at least 2 hours between when we left and when the place was secured by Fidel. It kind of restored my faith in the world.

Thanks unknown customers!