I made the mistake of watching the View clip on FB where those raving bitches cut off Candace voiced their rage. I could see blood spewing from their eyeballs. Okay, I did enjoy seeing them upset.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Had to drive over to the city to get some of the "nice paper" for some presentations I have to print tomorrow. Decided to treat myself to a late lunch/early dinner.
Why do waitstaff ask a question, if they don't listen to the answer?
Waitress: what can I get you to drink?
Me: just water please
Waitress: lemon?
Me: no thank you
**brings water with lemon**
No. I do recognize I'm part of the 1% that requests no lemon and it's probably habit. It just struck me as funny.
She has redeemed herself She has paced my order perfectly. I got an appetizer, soup, and an entree. Intending to sit here and read while eating and take most of my entree home. She brought the soup and allowed me to just finish it before the app came. And I'm on my last bite of mushroom when she sets down the pasta. And she's mostly leaving me alone to eat and read. Not bugging or rushing me at all.