To indulge my rice craving, San and I had Mexican on Friday night. As the meal concluded, the waitress brought us the check, and made small talk by asking what if we had any plans for the evening. Thus ensued:
San: Well, I'm going home and getting a belly rub.
Waitress: !!
San: And you don't really want to know any more than that.
Waitress walks off, then soon returns.
Waitress: (Looking at me) Is that true? Is he really getting a belly rub?
Me: (Shrugging) Yeah, pretty much. Yesterday was his birthday.
Waitress: Happy birthday!
San: It's her (nodding towards me) birthday, too, on Monday.
Waitress: Happy early birthday!
We sit for several minutes, waiting for her to return the paid check. I even joke that she had run off with my credit card. A few more minutes pass...and a horde of waitstaff return with his and hers cheesecake - San's had a blue candle, and mine had a pink candle and hearts. Birthday singing began, and the waitress commanded that we make wishes and blow out our candles.
Who would have predicted that San skeeving out the waitress would lead to treats?
¡Feliz cumpleaños!
Markisan and Tracy drop some bloggy on their ridiculous adventures and pop culture faux pas.
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1 comment:
Fun! The last time I got a special treat like that was because I ate an entire plate of mac 'n cheese and the waitress gave me so much shit beforehand that I asked her what would be in it for me if I succeeded. Hence, birthday cake!
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