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More Stories of That Waiter
Oct. 3rd, 2005 08:31 amI have twizzlers and candy corn! I love candy corn, so much, and nothing says 'October' like it.
I really need to clean today, and I need to do it early as I have work this afternoon. Right now I'm happily getting my dose of morning caffeine and contemplating breakfast.
There is a sale at JC Penny this week, which makes me all sorts of happy. JC Penny clothes fit me and fit me well, where Sears stuff just isn't up to snuff. I shall be getting a few things for next week's vacation there.
I got all my vacation errands done yesterday, speaking of. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lennaofmidearth and I went to our Mexican restaurant again, the one we always go to. That Waiter was our server again. Again we were treated to an abysmally long wait, a slack jawed grin, and a lack of refills. But today, That Waiter treated us to something new.
He delivered us our food after a long and strenuous wait - I had finished my first lemonade, and we were running low on chips. He was confused as to who ordered what, and seemed to be even after we told him. He gave us our food and asked if we needed anything else, which lo and behold we did. Another drink to quench my thirst and extra napkins to clean our hands. That Waiter told us he would indeed bring us our items.
At this point in our story I should mention that there is a side board in this restaurant, where they keep the napkins and silverware. It was being cleaned when we arrived, Utensil Boy working hard and fast to prepare the side board for lunch. As That Waiter assured us he would bring us our items, Utensil Boy was laying napkins out on the side board. Half of the napkins were on the side board, half were tucked away somewhere on his body.
That Waiter wandered away from us, leaving his try and tripod sitting next to our table - blocking us, should we need to flee in haste - and we watched in growing horror as he approached Utensil Boy and crouched down, putting his face beneath Utensil Boys and looking up at him while one of That Waiter's hands groped about at what appeared to be his groin. Utensil Boy did nothing, allowing this, and after a minute or two That Waiter returned with napkins - taken from somewhere on Utensil Boy's body.
Utensil Boy seemed un-phased by all of this.
I really need to clean today, and I need to do it early as I have work this afternoon. Right now I'm happily getting my dose of morning caffeine and contemplating breakfast.
There is a sale at JC Penny this week, which makes me all sorts of happy. JC Penny clothes fit me and fit me well, where Sears stuff just isn't up to snuff. I shall be getting a few things for next week's vacation there.
I got all my vacation errands done yesterday, speaking of. And
lennaofmidearth and I went to our Mexican restaurant again, the one we always go to. That Waiter was our server again. Again we were treated to an abysmally long wait, a slack jawed grin, and a lack of refills. But today, That Waiter treated us to something new.He delivered us our food after a long and strenuous wait - I had finished my first lemonade, and we were running low on chips. He was confused as to who ordered what, and seemed to be even after we told him. He gave us our food and asked if we needed anything else, which lo and behold we did. Another drink to quench my thirst and extra napkins to clean our hands. That Waiter told us he would indeed bring us our items.
At this point in our story I should mention that there is a side board in this restaurant, where they keep the napkins and silverware. It was being cleaned when we arrived, Utensil Boy working hard and fast to prepare the side board for lunch. As That Waiter assured us he would bring us our items, Utensil Boy was laying napkins out on the side board. Half of the napkins were on the side board, half were tucked away somewhere on his body.
That Waiter wandered away from us, leaving his try and tripod sitting next to our table - blocking us, should we need to flee in haste - and we watched in growing horror as he approached Utensil Boy and crouched down, putting his face beneath Utensil Boys and looking up at him while one of That Waiter's hands groped about at what appeared to be his groin. Utensil Boy did nothing, allowing this, and after a minute or two That Waiter returned with napkins - taken from somewhere on Utensil Boy's body.
Utensil Boy seemed un-phased by all of this.
