Are You Kidding Me?
This happened to me today.
Scene: A Denny’s style restaurant, only nicer and better tasting. Eating solo in a booth. The waitress, Kourtney, comes by to hand my the check and in the process sits down in the empty side of the booth. Oh yeah, this is a place I visit on a regular basis, so they’ve come to know me. I can only assume she sat down to rest her tired legs. Or maybe she was sick of me looking up her nose. Or I don’t know what. And don’t judge me for eating solo, jerk. It was early on a Saturday and no one wanted to wake up.
Me (to waitress): Since you’re sitting down, can I ask you a question?
Kourtney: Yeah.
Me: It’s nothing weird…
Kourtney: (laugh) OK…
Me: What’s the name of that girl, the one who’s the hostess?
Kourtney: Oh, that’s Savanah.
Me: Samantha?
Kourtney: SAVANAH. Like the, big deserty area in Africa?
Me: She’s african?
Kourtney: (Laughs) No. Her name is Savanah.
Me: Oh. That’s cool. She married?
Kourtney: No, I’m pretty sure not.
Me: Excellent.
Kourtney: But she is 17.
Me: Oh.
Kourtney: Should I tell her you asked?
Me: No, that’s OK. I’d rather not do any jail-time this month. I’ve got a vacation coming up.
