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.