Zippity freakin Doo Da.

For whatever reason, things have fallen into place for us in Asheville quicker than a Lager turns to piss(if you'll pardon my vulgarity). First, we arrived here on a Tuesday and moved into our house on a Saturday. On the same note, I started job hunting on a Monday and got hired on a Wednsday! That's right people, I am now an employee at a hip restaurant right in the heart of downtown Asheville. I can keep my nose peircing, wear what I please and carouse with the other pierced, tattooed and all around derelict looking youngsters that surround me. Life is good.
I admit, when I put in my resume there I was a bit irritated. Not that the people weren't sweet as pie, mind you, but because they made me fill out an application in addition to my resume. That always irks me because it seems nothing short of redundant.
But fill it out I did, in my worse handwriting and with a hint of sarcasm. One of the ridiculous questions was:
"If you had Martha Stewart, Fidel Castro and Barney to dinner-what would you feed them?"
What the hell does this have to do with my ability to work you ask? I was wondering the same damn thing. My answer was something like:
"Fish, Steak and Cheeseburgers respectively."
and I handed it in with a fake smile.
They apparently loved my witty answer and promptly called me the next day. During my interview I found out it wasnt the brilliant culinary cuisine that I would have served to homemakers,dictators and annoying, extinct purple reptiles that grabbed their attention. It was the fact that I have been to India. The owner has apparently spent ample time in that crazy, dirty, wonderful place and was interested in the fact that I had to.
So, there ya go. The third world worked in my favor on this one and for that I thank every acre of it's impoverished soil.
Things are lookin' up in the world if I do say so myself. I think I just might whistle me some "Zippity Doo Da."

Now, if I could just de-stink my house....