Friday, June 20, 2008

Owf. My foot ith thtuck.

So, I'm coming back to drop the bill off with one of my tables. (Yes, my dear two readers who do not know me, I am a waitress. One of them lay 'Mary Catholics' who evidently need a nice, simplified, monosyllabic liturgy...but I digress.) Anyway - the two at my table were an older couple; pleasant; seemed to have been married quite some time. I notice that the woman is gone, and I suppose I had a questioning look on my face. Or maybe it was my hesitation. Or one of several other unsubtle clues in my body language. He explains that she's left; I, teasingly, ask, "Your wife left you?"

"Yes...she did. We're separated, but we're still friends."

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If you need me, sir, I'll be in China. Just call down that hole by your table. Thank you for dining with us...

3 comments:

Josh said...

Aww. Clearly not a smooth moment, but at the same time, pretty easily forgivable, and understandable as well.

E.S. said...

Would you like some bbq sauce for your toes? :)

J. R. Benedict said...

Ouch... that's embarassing.