Yesterday I went to lunch with two co-workers; we were meeeting a larger group, celebrating the retiree.
We walked in to the restaurant in mid-conversation and I turned to the woman standing just inside the doorway, dressed all in black. I told her we were meeting a large group and asked if she could tell me where they were gathered.
She stared blankly at me and said, "I'm meeting a friend here for lunch."
Then the REAL hostess approached me. My co-workers could barely contain their glee although one admitted she would have mistaken Blank for the hostess too.
I think I may make a game of this. In every restaurant I enter from now on, I shall ask a random person to show me to my table.
It's a miracle I've made it to the ripe old age of ...uh... 39.
2 comments:
Oh, please can we go out to eat again...please!!!
That happens more than you would think, Carly! lol I say go with the new game...ask those random strangers!
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