One night this lady arrives earlier than her friend that she is supposed to be meeting for dinner. We seat her at a booth with a view of the front door so that she can see her friend when she comes in. I get the lady a drink and leave her alone while she is waiting. About 10 minutes later, I see another lady walk in the door, obviously looking for her friend. She sees her, and walks over to the table and sits down. I then approach the table and ask if I can get her anything to drink, to which she replies with a confused look on her face, “Is this our table?” I fucking hope so lady, why else would you and your friend be sitting here? You should have seen how confused she got with the menu. “What do you mean the meal comes with soup or salad?”
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