2004-01-07
doggy dog
I hate it when someone uses the excuse, "I'm going to *kill* my secretary!" when we can't find their reservation.
It's sort of like saying, "the dog ate my homework."
Just level with me, hon. Just say you screwed up, but to please give you a nice table so you can impress your date.
My sister, on the other hand, always gets the fake diabetic attacks when she's working.
People will pretend to need to sit down (always at the nicest table in the house, of course) to fend off a fainting spell.
"Must . . . order . . . right . . . away."
Peetie is never fazed. She just hands them a glucose tablet and smiles sweetly.
betholindo at 3:29 p.m.