Tale of an Airheaded Waitress
So today my old executive officer from my Navy days, a retired lieutenant colonel in the Marine Corps, met me for lunch. This is something we do a couple of times a year, as he lives in the same town I do, and he's been a pretty positive influence on my life. Since we've not met for lunch since before my expedition last summer, I brought my pictures and maps. The cute blonde waitress decided to get involved, as she saw the Colonel looking at my map of Dublin...
Waitress: Are you guys on a trip?
Colonel: No, he went on a trip, he's showing me his maps and pictures.
Fly: Yeah, I spent last Summer in Europe. That's a map of Dublin.
Waitress: Oh, wow! That's amazing! How was it?
Fly: Well, I lived in England for most of it, and it was pretty hot, but other than that it was pretty good.
Waitress: That's great! Now... They talk like us, right?
Fly: Uh, yeah. They speak English.
Waitress: Okay. *smiles and walks off*
Wow. Just... Wow.
Waitress: Are you guys on a trip?
Colonel: No, he went on a trip, he's showing me his maps and pictures.
Fly: Yeah, I spent last Summer in Europe. That's a map of Dublin.
Waitress: Oh, wow! That's amazing! How was it?
Fly: Well, I lived in England for most of it, and it was pretty hot, but other than that it was pretty good.
Waitress: That's great! Now... They talk like us, right?
Fly: Uh, yeah. They speak English.
Waitress: Okay. *smiles and walks off*
Wow. Just... Wow.
1 Comments:
That's like the time I asked for three quarters of a pound of roast beef at the deli.
"I have half a pound."
"I'd like three quarters of a pound."
*vacant stare* "I've got half a poud here."
"...and I'd like three quarters of a pound."
"Uh.... Er..."
"*sigh* That's .75 on your scale there."
"OH! OK."
In a freakin' deli.
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