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Thursday, September 22, 2005 

Life's little frustrations

Never, and I mean.... NEVER assume you are charming and smooth when you ask the cute waitress called Rosemary if the LAMB CHOPS WITH ROSEMARY means that she is having dinner with you. Especially, when she has been on her feet for most of the evening and is speeding past you with four plates of quesadillas perfectly balanced on her arms, all the way from her wrists to her biceps. On both arms. The amount of humour and charm one can take is apparently directly proportional to the number and size of the blisters on your feet and the hours you’ve been working. And when she starts whispering and pointing you out to her colleagues, it may be a good idea to start thinking about having your dinner elsewhere. You never know what may be mixed in with that delightful green salad or the glass of ice water you have just ordered. And the lamb chops… well, they could very likely be the left-overs from yesterday’s lunch buffet. You are better off eating at the blue-collar take away around the corner chewing on the ass of a rabid dog. You could not enjoy the meal if it came for free and with all the drinks you can have… on the house! When single, misguided and testosterone meets tired and cute but humourless waitress… the outcome is seldom pretty.


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