I Am Afraid That My Waitress Doesn’t Find Me Funny Enough To Tell Her Friends About Me
February 6th, 2007
I like to impress people. Okay?
Maybe that’s why every time I go to a restaurant, I don’t see the trip as a food refueling. I don’t see the act of sitting down at a table and ordering food as a necessity. In all honesty, I like to treat each visit to a local restaurant as an opportunity to entertain the downtrodden. To add a spark in a wholly unsparkful day. To entertain my waitress with such skill that it will impact them more than they ever imagined.
Unfortunately, I am afraid that my waitress doesn’t find me funny enough to tell her friends about me.
