Saturday, December 5 - At the end of Saturday’s party, one of the restaurant employees was drunk – like nearly fall-down drunk – and I’m pretty sure she was hitting on me. She was standing very close (encroaching on my personal space) and talking in very broken English.
Junkii says he smelled desperation. Needless to say, I moved quickly away. She was far too inebriated to follow. And she was actually escorted by her co-workers to sit down and stop pestering the guests.
Awwwwk-waaaaaaardd!!
ReplyDeleteFor both of us. We went back to the restaurant the next day for lunch and she was serving us. I avoided eye contact.
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