Or maybe a restaurant service snob? Let me just add a disclaimer that I had this epiphany while brunching at Shari's. You heard me. Shari's. In small-town Idaho. Where the service is invasive and inept, but the servers are friendly, folksy, and persistent.
On a not-unrelated topic, why do women in Idaho (excluding, of course, my gorgeous sisters, nieces and Moms) look like trannies or drag queens? Except that trannies and drag queens are expontentially classier and more subtle, especially with the eye makeup.
And why does everything close so fricken fracken early? If I can't get tater tots at 7:30 on a Friday night, I'm in the fricken fracken wilderness, people.
These are reasons number five hundred forty seven through five hundred fourty nine on my list of why I favor Seattle over Moscow.
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