I am an asshole... I know this.
A couple friends, and I went out to eat last night.
Decided to hit up a Bennigans.
We have our delicious late dinner.
We have our laughs, and random jokes.
Comes to dealing with the bill. No issues. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then it happens. An unexpected event.
The waitress gives me my receipt, and proceeds to tell me:
"The girl behind you thinks you are really attractive"
She then walks away. I didn't even look behind me.
I knew she was a waitress there, but for whatever reason I found no interest.
I could have just left, and did nothing.
But no... I am a prick, and decided against such smarter action.
So instead I put a phone number down on the receipt.
Its my friend Dereks number. Same name as myself so I thought perfect.
I end up getting a text around 8:30am from Derek, and it goes like this:
"I got a call from your waitress around midnight you son of a bitch"
I highly doubted this person was actually going to call, but she did.
I have no clue as to what she looks like.
Good chance I screwed myself out of at least a possible decent dinner date down the road.
Oh well though. Life happens.
I do feel a little bad. I hardly do things along those lines. I am usually nice, and polite.
Well... nice, and polite in a straight forward way I suppose.
Yeah. Again. I pulled a dick move.
A couple friends, and I went out to eat last night.
Decided to hit up a Bennigans.
We have our delicious late dinner.
We have our laughs, and random jokes.
Comes to dealing with the bill. No issues. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then it happens. An unexpected event.
The waitress gives me my receipt, and proceeds to tell me:
"The girl behind you thinks you are really attractive"
She then walks away. I didn't even look behind me.
I knew she was a waitress there, but for whatever reason I found no interest.
I could have just left, and did nothing.
But no... I am a prick, and decided against such smarter action.
So instead I put a phone number down on the receipt.
Its my friend Dereks number. Same name as myself so I thought perfect.
I end up getting a text around 8:30am from Derek, and it goes like this:
"I got a call from your waitress around midnight you son of a bitch"
I highly doubted this person was actually going to call, but she did.
I have no clue as to what she looks like.
Good chance I screwed myself out of at least a possible decent dinner date down the road.
Oh well though. Life happens.
I do feel a little bad. I hardly do things along those lines. I am usually nice, and polite.
Well... nice, and polite in a straight forward way I suppose.
Yeah. Again. I pulled a dick move.
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knuckles_13:
next time give her mine!
syndigital:
lol. I will keep that in mind.