Everyone's got one
Adam has a Pro-Polygamy Rally, Valerie has Fritos and Monkey Biscuts, and Shannah, even though she doesn't have a blog, has hippies named Jade (the mom) and Lavender (the dad) giving birth in a field and biting off umbilical cords. (gross) So, here is my most recent fun work story - hope it measures up:
Friday night I was working a large party, a wedding rehersal dinner. (yes, let's please celebrate marriage in the true redneck fashion at Tony Roma's!) I had one kid at my table, well, I call him a kid, he was probably 18 or 19. Every time I came up to him, to drop off a drink, take an order, etc., he would profess his undying love for me.
Kid: "I love you"
Me: "Um, ok."
Kid: "No really, I am in love with you."
Me: "You don't even know my name."
Kid: "It's Liz. Liz, I love you."
Me: "Right. Would you like another Pepsi?"
It was never said in a creepy-stalker kind of way. More of the sad puppy-dog eyed way. Towards the end of the night, I came up to remove his plate.
Kid: "You know I love you."
Me: "That's what I hear."
Kid: "I made this for you."
Me: (recieving the paper airplane he obviously worked so hard on) "Um, thanks."
Friday night I was working a large party, a wedding rehersal dinner. (yes, let's please celebrate marriage in the true redneck fashion at Tony Roma's!) I had one kid at my table, well, I call him a kid, he was probably 18 or 19. Every time I came up to him, to drop off a drink, take an order, etc., he would profess his undying love for me.
Kid: "I love you"
Me: "Um, ok."
Kid: "No really, I am in love with you."
Me: "You don't even know my name."
Kid: "It's Liz. Liz, I love you."
Me: "Right. Would you like another Pepsi?"
It was never said in a creepy-stalker kind of way. More of the sad puppy-dog eyed way. Towards the end of the night, I came up to remove his plate.
Kid: "You know I love you."
Me: "That's what I hear."
Kid: "I made this for you."
Me: (recieving the paper airplane he obviously worked so hard on) "Um, thanks."