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Jul. 27th, 2007 11:13 pm*still giggling* We had a wiseass waiter tonight. I like wiseass waiters; my dad is always teasing waitstaff -- good-naturedly -- and it's hilarious to see them give as good as they get.
This guy . . .
Mom: We'd like to see the desert menu, please.
Waiter: Here I am. I come with whipped cream on top. *winks at Mom* Jello shots are on me tonight. And I mean it. You have to take them off me.
Mom: *demure smile*
Me: *stifling hysterical, horrified laughter* *simultaneously stifling the thought Quit flirting with my mother! I'LL take Jello shots off you!*
Yeah, he was kinda cute. And a wiseass. That helps a hell of a lot.
We are now in Seattle! The last few hundred miles before the border were no problem, and neither was the border itself. By the time we finally got to Renton, though, I was so hungry I was nauseous -- slightly more problematic. But then there was the aforementioned cute wiseass waiter.
This guy . . .
Mom: We'd like to see the desert menu, please.
Waiter: Here I am. I come with whipped cream on top. *winks at Mom* Jello shots are on me tonight. And I mean it. You have to take them off me.
Mom: *demure smile*
Me: *stifling hysterical, horrified laughter* *simultaneously stifling the thought Quit flirting with my mother! I'LL take Jello shots off you!*
Yeah, he was kinda cute. And a wiseass. That helps a hell of a lot.
We are now in Seattle! The last few hundred miles before the border were no problem, and neither was the border itself. By the time we finally got to Renton, though, I was so hungry I was nauseous -- slightly more problematic. But then there was the aforementioned cute wiseass waiter.
