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elSicomoro · 11-19-2003, 05:26 PM

I hate it when a cute waitress smacks the shit out of me after I grab her ass...the nerve of her!

We got very good service at UT's party Saturday night...the waitress wound up getting a substantial tip (primarily thanks to Bruce) in the neighborhood of 40%.

As a whole, I get most annoyed by poor service, in the vein that Dave mentioned. That, lack of prompt refills, and when the waitress gives me TOO much time after I say "I need another minute."

My most surreal waitress encounter ever...

A couple of friends and I were having a late night dinner at a Denny's in St. Louis. The waitress was perfectly nice and all. As she brings us an ashtray, she looks at my friend Holly rather intently.

"Excuse me, ma'am...I don't mean to be disrespectful, but were you at Hyland back in '93?"

(Hyland Center is a well-respected drug/disorder treatment center in St. Louis.)

My friend Holly is a bit stunned at first, but responds, "Ummm...yeah."

"Oh, okay...I THOUGHT I knew you from somewhere. Which unit were you in? I was in drug treatment."

Holly says, quietly, "Eating disorders."

They then talked for a moment or two about their time there...it was like vets swapping war stories.

Too funny.

11-19-2003, 05:26 PM	#11
elSicomoro Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Jan 2001 Posts: 12,486	I hate it when a cute waitress smacks the shit out of me after I grab her ass...the nerve of her! We got very good service at UT's party Saturday night...the waitress wound up getting a substantial tip (primarily thanks to Bruce) in the neighborhood of 40%. As a whole, I get most annoyed by poor service, in the vein that Dave mentioned. That, lack of prompt refills, and when the waitress gives me TOO much time after I say "I need another minute." My most surreal waitress encounter ever... A couple of friends and I were having a late night dinner at a Denny's in St. Louis. The waitress was perfectly nice and all. As she brings us an ashtray, she looks at my friend Holly rather intently. "Excuse me, ma'am...I don't mean to be disrespectful, but were you at Hyland back in '93?" (Hyland Center is a well-respected drug/disorder treatment center in St. Louis.) My friend Holly is a bit stunned at first, but responds, "Ummm...yeah." "Oh, okay...I THOUGHT I knew you from somewhere. Which unit were you in? I was in drug treatment." Holly says, quietly, "Eating disorders." They then talked for a moment or two about their time there...it was like vets swapping war stories. Too funny.