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Saturday, November 05, 2005

Bick's

I didn't moblog it at the time (partly because I was in the process of leaving) but:

I was getting up from the table to leave, and looking into the window.

Since it was/is dark outside, the dark window virtually becomes a mirror. So, looking into the window, I see behind me, one waitress -- of either Asian, Hawaiian or other extraction -- almost slamming into a waiter -- who proceeds to embrace the young lady wholeheartedly and probably smack her ass.

Whatever he did to her it made me, looking in the reflection in the "mirror", laugh out loud in my stupor. Inadvertently, as I can only assume it was.

As the two of them tried to come out of the embrace, the waitress, who has served me before -- she looks as though her name might be Michelle, or Gina -- she has her bangs pulled back into a ponytail at the crown of her head -- noticed, to considerable consternation, that I had noticed, and couldn't help laughing.

Jake, or Joel, the young stocky man of a waiter, who has recently gotten cute diamond (or cubic zirconia) earrings in both earlobes, departed probably into the kitchen, while Michelle, or Gina, came towards me as I was laughing, and said, "He's gay, too, you know."

"I know," I said, "it's hard not to tell." Partly because he wears a cute little rainbow-queer button above his nametag but it helps that he fixes his hair cute that way. I could have said, "Tell him I think he's cute," but I didn't.

Great novels, presumably, have been made of "the shit I coulda done had I had the balls at the time." One of the directors at work made fun of me after I made a comment in this nature: "Remember that time you almost told 'im off?"

Makes me start to think I should just start shooting from the hip and not caring what I say, just to stop the "I almost said that..." type of thing...

...As if.

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