Me to waitress: “OK, I’d like the Classic Sampler. With an extra egg.”
Me: (feeling her long pause and scrutiny regarding my excess) “I’m kind of doing a protein diet. Thing.”
Waitress: “Well it’s supposed to come with hashbrowns, so I can sub those for something else.”
Me: Whatever Captain Literal. I said ‘kind of.’ “No. That’s ok, hashbrowns are ok.”
Waitress: “Well I can sub in bacon. Or another egg or something.”
Me: (I feel like she brought up another egg to be particularly smart-assish) “Just bring the hashbrowns.”
And after all of this, I had to discreetly order my pumpkin spike muffin at the cashier’s desk instead of with her and her harsh judging ways.
3 comments:
haha! kudos on the recent flurry of blog posts! :)
ok another great blog but i'm still a little annoyed because that song that you posted like a year ago is stuck in my head (and therefore it is your fault) i have watched on you tube and even googled the lyrics so i can sing it in my half tune voice. If I Die Young.. and i'm not even young!, and, well, i'm not really wanting to die yet. love you gb :)
Oh I would have just ordered a 1/2 lb of bacon... for myself and added an egg to that. Ha ha! I LOVE breakfast!
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