So I go to Joe’s Crab Shack. The place is ass-packed and I get our table for 5. I tell the ladies at the front that I want a table for 5 and they tell me we’ve got a 40 to 45 minute wait, but it’d probably be a little bit earlier because they had a bunch of large groups. Oh yeah, did I want smoking or not? At first, I answered “non-smoking”, but someone in my group piped up with
First available is cool". So I change it to first available.
We all walk outside and stand there for a dozen or so seconds before someone says we should go to Best Buy. Fortunately, Best Buy is RIGHT behind Joe’s. We hemmed and hawed for approximately 15 seconds when I finally shoved public opinion permanently towards going to Best Buy. We walk down the stairs of the place and the second we get to the bottom, we hear something over the loudspeaker:
“Trevor, your table for 5 is ready!”
We all stood and blinked at each other.
“Did they say…Trevor? Five? I’m Trevor…”
So we walk back up the stairs and go up to the front.
“Hi. Um, I’m Trevor”
“Good, your table is ready.”
“You DID say it wouldn’t be that long…I guess you weren’t kidding.”
Well, the gal that brought us to the table asked if there were any kids with us because she had the coloring menu. One in our group replied that she wanted to color. I then said that I wanted to color as well.
“Oh, you’re a follower, huh?” says the cute chick, grabbing a second coloring menu.
"Oh hush, woman and give me my crayons before I have a temper tantrum.’
“Awwww…we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“No, no we wouldn’t. I haven’t had my nap. I’m cranky right now, too. I think it’s best if you make with the crayons so nobody gets hurt.”
I got my crayons.
For what it was worth, because she was giving me a hard time, the other gals in our group said that they wanted to give her a tip.
So, fast forward to the actual eating. The girl walks past our table, holding a bunch of menus.
“Oops!” She said as she bumps into me with her hip.
“Aw. That was just uncalled for. I should talk to your manager. He was just over here, too.”
“Oh really? Well, I’m the manager. Yeah, that’s right, I just dress that guy up and make him walk around and do stuff, but I’m really the manager.”
Our waiter was over as well, laughing along with everyone else and told her to get out of the way, for she was taking up the aisle.
I tell him “You know, it’s good that you hire the mentally challenged. I feel good frequenting a place that fosters such diversity.”
We all giggle as the girl scampers off and does what she does.
The meal ends and our party is walking out. The girl, who was at the front podium was accompanied by two other girls that were working up at the front when I was giving everyone such grief.
“Where’s your picture? You were coloring, weren’t you?”
“I left it for you, toots. You can sell it on Ebay. You’ll fetch much money for that masterpiece.”
Now, was that flirting? I suck so much at this.
