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...
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Aww. Clearly not a smooth moment, but at the same time, pretty easily forgivable, and understandable as well.
Would you like some bbq sauce for your toes? :)
Ouch... that's embarassing.
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