Sometimes I'm reminded full force why I love Sundays. I know, you usually hear me complaining about the cheap people that I wait on during the Sunday lunch rush. As one fellow waitress put it, "those people who you want to ask which church they go to, so you can make sure you never go there." Rude, upper middle class people who seem to think they have a free pass all Sunday just for the one hour they gave to God. Crap, I got off track. There are things I like about Sunday, I swear.
1. My manager always deems Sunday as his "food day". He feeds us hungry kids around 4, the end of the lunch shift and beginning of dinner. Today it was frito pie. Mmmm. Other weeks we filled our tummies with things such as hotdogs (to celebrate the beginning of baseball season), sundaes ("because it's Sunday"), and lasagna from Olive Garden.
2. When we sing "happy birthday" in church. It's pretty corny, and I would never stand up there when my day comes around, but it's like a whole family singing together.
3. Some lucky Sundays when I work dinner, I go to church in the morning, eat lunch, and PASS OUT. For hours. There's something in the air above the pews that induces sleep like no other. Plus, there's nothing a Sunday afternoon nap can't cure.
4. Knowing I have one more day of the weekend than everyone else, for my classes are only Tuesday/Thursday.
5. Going straight for the Target ads in the newspaper. Then, the colored comics.
6. Lifetime shows Grey's Anatomy re-runs late Sunday night. I've seen them all. But that doesn't stop me from seeing them again. I might've missed something important.
7. It's almost like a clean slate. A new week to possibly start that exercise plan, or to make it to class everyday. But then again, there's always next week...
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