Wednesday, July 15, 2009

State secrets.

I love perple who tell you their order as if it's in strict confidence. I had a woman on Monday slide closer to me, put a hand to the side of her face as if blocking lip readers, and tell me with much force and in a lowered tone, "I'll have the chicken alfredo."

I was expecting the ingredients to the special sauce or something with that lead up.
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