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| Comments on Thursday 11 April 2002: |
| A very odd and excellent waiter in a restaurant. Our co-eater said he didn't want any appetisers because they would kill him. The waiter immediately said "Death is bad." A fairly odd start, made more odd by his then going off on a rant, "Well, it's not always bad, but you want to have time to say goodbye to people first, and spend all your money, and work up a really big debt. Massive debt. Oh, wait, I'm already in massive debt." And then he wandered off. (The lady called after him "Don't die 'til we have our food.")
At the end of the meal, handing us the thing to sign for the credit card payment, he handed us a tranparent fluorescent pink pen. "I need this back," he said, "it's a family heirloom. My grandmother made it for me. Out of bamboo." This is how to get an excellent tip from Ravens and friends. [10:33] |
| Helen |
| Yii! That's priceless! |
| RavenBlack |
| And it's free. |
| Kyle |
| That's a great story, sounds like a great waiter. I happen to work in a resteraunt and I can say from experience that an enjoyably strange waiter is rare. My resteraunt doesn't have any, only one enjoyably strange bussboy (me). |
| QuickSlash |
| I remember a similar story about a waiter, which is long, so I'll just give you the best part. My friend tips this waiter (who has been acting odd all night) and he says to her, "It is quite a shame that I will have to spend this money on illegal drugs" and then smiles. At least he wasn't suicidal. |
| RavenBlack |
| Mm, this one also said something about "too many drugs when I was young" then changed his mind, "mother took too many drugs before I was born". |
| Alex |
| Hah! Bloody marvelous. *sulk* None of the restaurants or waiters are interesting here in Portland. I never thought i would miss Dallas, but at least i knew where all the good hole-in-the-wall places were there. |
| Tabbie |
| The lady has quite a way of attracting odd waiters. Although the one I'm thinking of didn't get really odd until after we left the place. We'd given him our collective number (back when we were living in the Lair) and he'd come over to hang out I think. I then found a note from him on the fridge asking for some sperm from our roommate's cat. (for a friend's cat that needed a mate he said) "Or we could just let them at it and make an party out of it!" Odd.... feline-philiac. |
| wyndenai |
| I once dated a waiter much like that young man. I tend to leave much better tips in general these days because of it... he trained me well. |