Last night I went out to dinner again with M. There is a groovy parade of restaurants in London on St Christopher’s Place. It is a bit like being in Ibiza or wherever it is that club reps stand outside trying to entice you in. But with waiting staff.
So we wandered along and settled on a Spanish tapas place. The waiter, unlike at every other restaurant along the street, was not bothered that we were interested in eating there and, in fact, ignored us until M stood in front of him and asked for a table. The table he gave us was recently vacated and needed cleaning so he said he would be back with a cloth. But he lied and it took another twenty minutes to attract his attention again. What with it taking so long for him to serve us, we decided whilst we had him there, we ordered our wine at the same time as asking him to wipe the table.
Waiter: *really arsily* Do you want me to get you wine or wipe the table?
Me: er…BOTH?
M: Whatssssss hissssss problem?
Me: Dunno, lets smile maniacally at him though to freak him out.
This totally worked and at the end of the meal he smiled back and had a chat with us.
M: Finallyyyyyyyyy
Me: Ha whatever, we got the Dr to tell us he loved us, he was nothing.
M: Yeah, he needed to try so much harder with the hostile…
Me: Needed to throw in a few worthless monkeys etc..
M: God we’re so jaded
Finished a beautiful evening with this exchange with my brother, J.
J: *standing outside bathroom*
Me: Damn, is there a queue?
J: Mums in there
Me: HaHa the door is totally unlocked, I’m going in. Don’t you wish you were a woman?
J: No I just wish I didn’t need a crap
So we wandered along and settled on a Spanish tapas place. The waiter, unlike at every other restaurant along the street, was not bothered that we were interested in eating there and, in fact, ignored us until M stood in front of him and asked for a table. The table he gave us was recently vacated and needed cleaning so he said he would be back with a cloth. But he lied and it took another twenty minutes to attract his attention again. What with it taking so long for him to serve us, we decided whilst we had him there, we ordered our wine at the same time as asking him to wipe the table.
Waiter: *really arsily* Do you want me to get you wine or wipe the table?
Me: er…BOTH?
M: Whatssssss hissssss problem?
Me: Dunno, lets smile maniacally at him though to freak him out.
This totally worked and at the end of the meal he smiled back and had a chat with us.
M: Finallyyyyyyyyy
Me: Ha whatever, we got the Dr to tell us he loved us, he was nothing.
M: Yeah, he needed to try so much harder with the hostile…
Me: Needed to throw in a few worthless monkeys etc..
M: God we’re so jaded
Finished a beautiful evening with this exchange with my brother, J.
J: *standing outside bathroom*
Me: Damn, is there a queue?
J: Mums in there
Me: HaHa the door is totally unlocked, I’m going in. Don’t you wish you were a woman?
J: No I just wish I didn’t need a crap
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