One evening I was greeted by a table of 2. A normal looking guy, and his girlfriend….with the amazing rack. “Hi how are you guys doing tonight”, I stammered staring at her chest. Fuck, I didn’t mean to be so blatant, I hope they didn’t notice. I quickly avert my gaze and make strong eye contact with the woman. She stares at me with a look that suggests she just caught me staring at her breasts. I decide to focus on the gentleman, again strong eye contact is made. He looks at me with a look that suggests he wants to kill me for staring at his girlfriend’s breast. Fuck. I decide to just roll with it, but I am so embarrassed that I can’t stop laughing. I literally had to take a minute and try to calm myself down. I tried to recover by telling them the specials, but conveniently could not remember them, and just ended up sounding more like a jackass. I somehow got there order, finished serving them, and enjoyed the 10 percent tip I was expecting.
-Eric
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Hey the ten per cent was worth it though!
Yes, it was!