I went out to dinner last night and my waitress had one eyeball that looks straight, and the other looks upwards. Awkward, which eye do I look at since I can’t look at both of them at the same time?
I wanted to order, but I couldn’t. I was taught to look people in the eyes when I speak to them. This time it would prove to be next to impossible. I couldn’t tell which eye was looking at me and which one was looking at the table next to me. I finally decided to bury my head in the menu and order. I choked back a giggle. She was thorough and prompt. Even though she kept running into the other tables. This did not help me to maintain my composure. I over heard her telling a co-worker that she had forgotten her glasses and wondered if they really helped. At last the check came. “Would you like anything else?” She asked. “No thank you.” I answered. I just wasn’t ready for another lap full of coffee.
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on October 29th, 2007 at 6:55 am
So cruel so very cruel, but funny and funny is more important than cruel…..
on October 29th, 2007 at 7:38 am
but is it wall eyed or walleyed like the fish? still, cruel but funny…on the funny cruel side of things — we had a table of deaf people once (save one, who was the interpreter) and I kept telling the server waiting on them I thought they were talking about me becasue they got quiet whenever I walked by
on October 29th, 2007 at 8:51 am
Maneul, my intention was not to be cruel, however the TRUTH is often unkind.
Tony, quit your bitching. That’s like me getting upset every time the blind man doesn’t look at me!