I recall the first time I received a surprise prostate exam at dinner. Those were the times, indeed.
I recall the first time I received a surprise prostate exam at dinner. Those were the times, indeed.
What? You're just gonna leave your best buddy at a restaurant on his birthday? Who cares if you have things like "a job" to do? And who cares if it's not actually his birthday?
It isn't the waitstaff's only job to serve you. They're also interpreters that can skillfully translate a wide variety of awkward-speak.
~OLJ