'Objects In Space'
[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.
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.
place where they are intentionally rude
There was a place like that in Salt Lake. It didn't last two months.
Oh, now I want some cheese enchiladas, P-C. I haven't had Mexican in a while.
I really want that cheese crisp now!
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)
They're like that at Dick's Last Resort too.
Preparing for interview tomorrow. I picked out my clothes and put them on the chair, I set my alarm clock, and I put my notes, wallet, rain coat, snack bars, cough drops, and makeup in my bag. (I know I won't be awake enough to put makeup on when I first wake up, so I'm going to do it at the train station.) Cell phone is charging. I feel like I must be forgetting something.