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Bluelighter
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I work at Ruby Tuesday, a restaurant near where I live. It's a large corporate chain and they're extremely strict. Starched shirts and pressed aprons every day. I'm sure you've been to a Ruby Tuesday, just think of it like a TGI Fridayss or Applebees or similiar. Casual American food.
I decided to try my own casual food, two hits of supposed strong LSD from a fellow employee. Of course , being the spontaneous thrill seeking fool that I am, I dropped the acid and proceeded to my customer's table to take their order. It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and I was almost about to be 'cut', meaning I get no more tables for the evening and just have to do sidework. I figured I'd be cut around the time it kicked in and I'd do my silverware and such, erm. Easier said than done. I ended up getting another table before I was "cut", and this kind of freaked me out due to the fact that it's not easy to act sober on acid at work.
So here I am, taking some asian dude's order of coconut shrimp, and it hit me rapidly. I got confused like usual at onset. I told my zonemate (another waiter in my section) that we should do our sidework now due to the fact I'd be useless in a half hour. At this point, the computer screen was melting around/blending as I was punching in an order. It's about 8:30 or so, waiting tables coming up on acid.
Some of the kids there obviously were foolish and kept coming up to me asking how I felt, etc etc (My zonemate told them I just dosed, they're cool with it). I just said I felt fine and went about working the best I could, trying to hide my eyes and manical smile as I slip around the kitchen floor watching the hues of green and blue and red encompass everything in my reality. As I walked out of the kitchen and back to my table with my food ready to deliver, I then realized I was actually tripping quite hard. Tablecloths were white/black checkered pattern, and they were intertwining with the other tablecloths. As I dropped the food hastily and asked if I could get them anything else, they looked at me strange, stared, and said no.
At this point I was tripping, impossible to ignore the effects. The clear plastic glasses were wiggling violently, changing colours, mainly a light blue. The lights seemed to keep dimming, and then finally, at last, my manager comes up to me and says I'm cut. I say thank you as usual, ignoring eye contact. By this time I was a paranoid wreck thinking people were laughing at me at the bar (probably were). It's not like anyone came up to me and said, you know...kid...you look like you took some acid! No, no, I played it off, or so I thought, anyway.
To make a long story short, as the pictures and decorative fixtures melted around the room while a kaliedoscope of colour and confusion blanketed everything I thought and saw, I managed to sufficiently complete my sidework and finish my current tables. Now, the hard part. I had to cash-out. See, at my restaurant, we're our own cashiers. We hold our money till the end of the night and then go into an office with a manager and cash out. The reciepts were blue and it looked like the tiling was going up the walls. (Reciepts=white). I ended up screwing up counting and giving my manager a twenty by mistake. Thankfully he's not a jerk and gave it back as he complained that one of my tables had to recieve a 25$ gift card because I didn't bring their ketchup immediately. Isn't that silly, I thought, and ignored my inner desire to bust out in hysterical laughter at the stupidity of the concept. I was just happy to be clocking out, by which time I could barely comprehend the computer screen.
Oh. Now the fun part, I'm out of work. Peaking. Oops, I drive to work. So of course, I get in my car that's flashing a lightshow inside, classic LSD color hue shifting. OK, so I drive up the road, seeing as I was close to home as it was...surprisingly everything went smooth. The car just felt a little big to me, and those damned lines in the road...
(Don't need to tell me it was stupid to drive, I'm quite aware.)
Anyway, ended the night by calling a friend to come pick me up and we relaxed for a few hours and smoked weed as I rambled on about how it was so tewwibew. it was tewwibulllll...at work.
I didn't plan to be tripping at work, planned to be home as it kicked in, but those things never work out.
Watch out for those waiters at Ruby Tuesday, fucking acid eating food deliverers.
I decided to try my own casual food, two hits of supposed strong LSD from a fellow employee. Of course , being the spontaneous thrill seeking fool that I am, I dropped the acid and proceeded to my customer's table to take their order. It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and I was almost about to be 'cut', meaning I get no more tables for the evening and just have to do sidework. I figured I'd be cut around the time it kicked in and I'd do my silverware and such, erm. Easier said than done. I ended up getting another table before I was "cut", and this kind of freaked me out due to the fact that it's not easy to act sober on acid at work.
So here I am, taking some asian dude's order of coconut shrimp, and it hit me rapidly. I got confused like usual at onset. I told my zonemate (another waiter in my section) that we should do our sidework now due to the fact I'd be useless in a half hour. At this point, the computer screen was melting around/blending as I was punching in an order. It's about 8:30 or so, waiting tables coming up on acid.
Some of the kids there obviously were foolish and kept coming up to me asking how I felt, etc etc (My zonemate told them I just dosed, they're cool with it). I just said I felt fine and went about working the best I could, trying to hide my eyes and manical smile as I slip around the kitchen floor watching the hues of green and blue and red encompass everything in my reality. As I walked out of the kitchen and back to my table with my food ready to deliver, I then realized I was actually tripping quite hard. Tablecloths were white/black checkered pattern, and they were intertwining with the other tablecloths. As I dropped the food hastily and asked if I could get them anything else, they looked at me strange, stared, and said no.
At this point I was tripping, impossible to ignore the effects. The clear plastic glasses were wiggling violently, changing colours, mainly a light blue. The lights seemed to keep dimming, and then finally, at last, my manager comes up to me and says I'm cut. I say thank you as usual, ignoring eye contact. By this time I was a paranoid wreck thinking people were laughing at me at the bar (probably were). It's not like anyone came up to me and said, you know...kid...you look like you took some acid! No, no, I played it off, or so I thought, anyway.
To make a long story short, as the pictures and decorative fixtures melted around the room while a kaliedoscope of colour and confusion blanketed everything I thought and saw, I managed to sufficiently complete my sidework and finish my current tables. Now, the hard part. I had to cash-out. See, at my restaurant, we're our own cashiers. We hold our money till the end of the night and then go into an office with a manager and cash out. The reciepts were blue and it looked like the tiling was going up the walls. (Reciepts=white). I ended up screwing up counting and giving my manager a twenty by mistake. Thankfully he's not a jerk and gave it back as he complained that one of my tables had to recieve a 25$ gift card because I didn't bring their ketchup immediately. Isn't that silly, I thought, and ignored my inner desire to bust out in hysterical laughter at the stupidity of the concept. I was just happy to be clocking out, by which time I could barely comprehend the computer screen.
Oh. Now the fun part, I'm out of work. Peaking. Oops, I drive to work. So of course, I get in my car that's flashing a lightshow inside, classic LSD color hue shifting. OK, so I drive up the road, seeing as I was close to home as it was...surprisingly everything went smooth. The car just felt a little big to me, and those damned lines in the road...
(Don't need to tell me it was stupid to drive, I'm quite aware.)
Anyway, ended the night by calling a friend to come pick me up and we relaxed for a few hours and smoked weed as I rambled on about how it was so tewwibew. it was tewwibulllll...at work.
I didn't plan to be tripping at work, planned to be home as it kicked in, but those things never work out.
Watch out for those waiters at Ruby Tuesday, fucking acid eating food deliverers.
