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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Double-Dose Liners 

I was walking along the sidewalk, getting errands done today, when I caught a delightful aroma of food floating up to my nose. [I will refrain from revealing the name of this restaurant.] The mouth-watering smell enchanted me. And having forgotten why I stopped going to that restaurant, I decided to venture in to partake in their spicy specimens.

Towards the end of my meal, the waiter came to clear my dirty plate and glass.

Waiter: You are so beautiful.

I was rather taken aback by his compliment, but responded politely.

ME: Thank you.

I made a face to myself as I pulled my wallet out to pay my bill.

ME (to myself): Ah, yes, I can remember why I stopped coming here.

The waiter returned to pick up my bill.

Waiter: I wish I had a girlfriend like you.

I gave him a look, like, "WHAT??????? In the HELL?????"

Okay, for one, that is way over-board as far as tip-enticing strategies go. And in fact, I was tempted not to leave a tip at all! And for two, even if it were true that he was captivated by my stunning beauty (LOL - that is too hilarious. I mean, I'm no dog, but I'm not exactly a princess either)... Oh, yes, but back to my reasoning - even if he did find me physically attractive - what's with the girlfriend line? Has that actually worked for him to get into girls' pants? I do have to wonder.

Can't a girl just have lunch by herself now and then?

Okay, I will say that the waiter was rather attractive himself. But STILL... Am I sounding like a prude?

Comments:
not to gross you out too much, but did you knotice that food was a little "extra creamy"?
 
no, no, not a prude. but your server could have at least waited for an opportune, more comfortable time before spooking you with such a line.
 
How annoying!
 
If he works eight hours a day, and has fifty female customers a day, and it works one out of fifty times. Now that I think of it, I never told a girl she was beautiful at the first meeting.
 
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