houston / bad waitress

[opabinia]

The supplement project is back up, and there's another idea developing quickly. I have to contact a pharmaceuticals agent of some sort to talk about running drug trials. It seems realistic that the 9-to-5 existence can go away if I keep plugging at this. Once again, I am cautiously excited. (Last night, I was bounce-around-blurting-"Houston!"-excited.)

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Christopher's in Porter Square needs to work on their staff. The waitress brought me the wrong burger, and that's no big deal. I didn't even notice at first. I picked up the pickle and ate it. Then she ran back and said SORRY THIS ONE IS YOURS WITH THE BLEU CHEESE, whisked the pickle-less plate from under me while I chewed, replaced it with the correct plate, and then ran off. A little abrupt, but no big deal. So I picked up the new pickle with my fingers and began to transfer it to indecenthamtard's plate, because one pickle is enough. Before I had released it, the waitress swooshed past saying SORRY THAT ONE GOES TO THIS ONE and speared the damn thing from her plate, pulling it from my hand with a fork, running off before I could even think to say "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" How incredibly inappropriate. No tip for you.

Comments

[lizerk.livejournal.com]

"Christopher's in Porter Square needs to work on their staff. The waitress brought me the wrong burger, and that's no big deal."

Good God. Remember our waitress this past winter?? Ugh.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Sure do. She was a treat, too.

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

You're lucky she didn't come by later and pump your stomach.

"WAit, that burger was for someone else!"