For now

So i make my living waiting tables, which is as terrible a job as it is good. Maybe? Money's good, hours are mostly good, flexibility and what not is nice, and no desk. There are of course, as in any line of work, things that drive me absolutely crazy. This is the scenario that has been getting me the most lately. And scene.
Interior of annoying restaurant with peanuts on floor (another story another time).
Customers sit down at table and stupid looking waiter (me) enters.
Stupid looking waiter: Hello customers, I'm stupid looking waiter (here in known as S.L.W.), may i start you off with something to drink?
(there are two ways this scene continues, both with the same ending)
#1
Customer: Ummm..... hmmmm... lets see (some sort of annoying thinking noise, clicking or what not) What do i want???
(or we skip all this and go straight to #2 which is what always immediately follows #1)
#2/ cont. of #1
Customer: I'll take an ice water with a lemon , for now.
S.L.W.: Okay, a water.

Why the fuck do they have to say for now? They're not gonna order anything else to fucking drink...i know this, and they know this. Why play this coy little game where i hope my sales will go up $2 more so you can give me a slightly better shitty tip? Its not like I'm not going to get the water for them if i know that's all they want.
It doesn't seem like much but deal with this at least 10 times a day everyday you work and see if it starts to bother you.
that is all

Fear

So now that I got the nonsense out of my system there's been something going on that I feel would better me if I got out. So without further ado....
I'd like to thin that I've never been the type of person to be embarrassed by fear, being scared is a completely natural reaction to life. Lately I think I've been embarrassed about the fears I feel, and as a result I might be doing some stupid things. My fear is of a number. I think many people have been scared of numbers before, so its nothing new, but no one really likes to really let on about it. Now not all of these stupid things are really all that bad, some of them are harmless and funny, but the reason behind them is the same. That damn fear.
Its strange to think about numbers ganging up on you, that they can get together with other feelings and amplify to such an extent. But there they are, making loneliness seem much more real, failure magnified beyond previous ideals. And then here comes regret and of course he has something to say about it all. Never liked him much, so id don't really listen all that much. And of course there's the big one, the black shroud, we won't talk about that one.
But fuck that number, I can still play the game, I just have to be smarter about it. If you've got shit to do the next day you can't drink the whiskey. And lets kick the cigarettes for reals this time, you did it for awhile, don't let that stupid number scare you into smoking more.
I don't know, that's just life I suppose. Everyone's has to deal with it there own way. Maybe I'm just being to arty, and whiney. Little bitch? Eh?
On to bigger and better, let the numbers do there best. I'll still complain and fight them the whole way.
Stupid numbers

Boner!

Now that's a good sounding word, it just rolls off the tongue. I like saying it for no apparent reason, not in a sentence or conversation or anything, just saying it. Its kind of like fart noise, except fart is noise is usually a point of exclamation for me. And there's usually some kind of arm gesture accompanying said fart noise.