interesting. It's because you are cuter. Working theory anyway.
'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I've gotten asked a few times at Safeway.
Maybe I'm shopping at all the wrong stores or something.
The waitress--local college student--plunked herself down into the booth next to me and chirped, "So what would you folks like tonight?" I think we were supposed to be charmed.
That happened at a diner in La Mesa. The woman sat in the booth right across from me and asked what I wanted. It made me feel all special. But then she wasn't my actual server, and my actual server did not make me feel so special.
I get asked if I need help out to my car at the Ralph's in Hermosa Beach but not the one in Manhattan Beach.
Peacock tights!
Pretty! And way less weird than what I was expecting, which involved legwear and a pissed off bird.
Oh, now I want some cheese enchiladas, P-C. I haven't had Mexican in a while.
The waitress--local college student--plunked herself down into the booth next to me and chirped, "So what would you folks like tonight?" I think we were supposed to be charmed.
See, that would amuse me. Pete, on the other hand, would probably be appalled.
I know how exhausting waiting tables can be so I don't mind if my server crouches down and leans on the table or sometimes even if they sit down at the table. The best was at Ed Debevic's, a place where they are intentionally rude (all waiters should get to work there at least for a little while) and the server sat down next to my dad and said, "Move over. fatso, I only got one cheek on."
I have done the whole hair-styling thing again, so that I will not resemble Art Garfunkle at the interview tomorrow. Unless, of course, the humidity cuts through all the conditioner and refrizzes my hair tomorrow. Hair is complicated.