This morning's breakfast at Flameburger was amazing (even better than yesterday)
Those of us at the house have names for the regular waitresses. We call them "Mom" "Big Sister" "Aunt" and "Step-Mom".
Today Casey and I were served by Mom. She was total sweetheart of course, smiling, blinking, loving. Yeah, she's a milf. We gave her our best "please's" and "thank you's" as she filled our coffee up every 2 minutes. However, we were supremely out-played by a group of awesome old men. They were hugging mom, hitting on mom and massaging mom's back. She was loving it, sitting on their laps and continuing conversation.
Then just when I couldn't be any more jealous and impressed, 2 more old men come in and sit at the counter. "What happened to your specials?" one of them asked Mom, pointing to the erased special board. "We don't have specials on Sundays anymore" Mom said back (or something like that).
Old Man: "I thought you were the Sunday special"
wow. never have i been more amazed by a zinger than that. hats off to you old man. I sure hope I am that smooth when I am old.
Sunday, December 14, 2008