OYT06
RECEIPT #006
FILED UNDER: DINER-OYT
DATE: 4/29/96
EMPLOYEE #53
Tab Paid for OYT care of #26 and #53
Another satisfied customer, and actually, a twofer! I served Mr. Wilson and Mr. Cox simultaneously, and I think they might have a bit of a thing for each other now. How scandalous! Well, I would hope that even if they just decide to stay platonic, Mr. Wilson will take good care of our little Mr. Cox. Oh… I just thought of the most hilarious dirty joke—though I suspect the Owner would appreciate me keeping our records clean. I mean, I think you could piece it together, right? We named one of them Mr. Cox. Come on.
What brought Mr. Wilson to the general Long Beach area is still a bit of a mystery. It’s probably something we could look into… or just let the S&P have it at, assuming it’s even on their radar at all. However, whatever caused his Southward migration likely led to some severe jetlag. Luckily, Mr. Cox, being a sneezened traveler, was able to help Mr. Wilson out, thus sparking their connection. There’s a decent chance their partnership won’t last if Mr. Cox’s “congestion” persists… but… I like to believe that happy tears work all the same.
We are left without any more of Mr. Cox’s “special remedy,” but it’s a fair trade-off. Plus, it’s not like we can’t go get more Hemlock and make some more ourselves, should we really need it. However—if I come down with some sort of Canadian ailment? The LAST thing I want is for any of you to suggest Mr. Cox’s treatment. I’d rather die. It looked, smelt, and felt horrendously gross. It smelled like a wet dog mixed with baby spit up and had the consistency of warm honey. And the Healer put that in the Medium’s parent’s EYES? That’s seriously messed up. Glad it worked and all, but that is not an option for me.