Monday, March 10, 2003 hate for dinner
Last night the mate and I were pretty sick of hearing the thumps and squeals that issued from the four children, all under the age of eight, that were in our house. Our roommate/landlord's girlfriend has three, and he has Little Precious. Little Precious does not get along well with the gf's five year old, and it sounded like a real Itchy and scratchy fight. The funniest part by far was the dad trying to discipline them.
Still, it wore thin, so we went out to dinner. Since we live in Nowheresville, there's about 4 restaurants that' both of us can agree to set foot in. One is a diner, and one is too expensive for our po' asses. So we went to Eat. Eat has another name, but its campy Telahoman theme requires lots of tacky neon and knee-slapper spanglish slogans. (Refrigerated air inside!) It's like South of the Border, but no arcades and fewer sunburned fat people.
Anyway, the waitress saw us and got the most shit eating smile. "So, you guys come in here ALL the TIME don't you? It's like, don't you have anywhere else to go." So we turned around to leave. She called us back in, but continued talking shit the entire meal. "Isn't that what you ALWAYS get?" she asked when we ordered. As it happened, I was trying the unfamiliar vegetable fajitas. We just kind of looked at her. Later, we tipped poorly. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 3/10/2003 04:22:00 PM
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