We returned to the Hot Noodle this evening to deliver the waitress's tip, as we'd promised ourselves yesterday.
We did a piss-poor job of describing her to the hostess, a problem which was only compounded by the fact that both of the waitresses working the bar last night were the same height, skin tone, and hair color and style. We had to identify our waitress by the amount of cleavage she'd been showing.
No, really.
It was the hostess who opened up this avenue of identification. She leaned in close to us over the front counter, as if afraid people in the restaurant would overhear, break their chopsticks, throw them down into their dish with disgust, and leave.
"Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way," she said in a hushed voice, "but do you remember how her dress was cut?" She made a slashing motion across her own chest, telegraphing what she meant.
The consensus between Matt and I was that our waitress had the more modest dress of the two there that night. The hostess seemed to know who it was, then, and so had us put the tip money into an envelope, which she then sealed and labeled with the waitress's name.
Nicole. Her name was Nicole, unless the hostess got it backwards. Here's hoping Nicole accepts our belated gratuity.
2 comments:
Well, aren't you a gentleman and a scholar! ^^;; Nice title.
And I will DIE before buying a Mac. ...iPods being the exception. *pats her pocket* Don't worry Amadeus, I love you. The scary man is just twisting my words. *griiin*
The guy I took Kamui to said that it's probably all the dust in my dorm room. *eyeroll* So now I have to persuade Nicole and Lauren to vacuum on a regular basis. I'll let you know how that goes. -_-
Agh! You check it every day?! Now I need to put more interesting things in it!! o_o;;
That is too cool hehehehe
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