The Beast and I eavesdrop shamelessly (but not rudely or obviously) at restaurants. It's one of the reasons we like to eat out. People amuse us. Last night was also a lovely night to eat outside in the sunshine.
We were at a table next to two 20-somethings, fairly nice guys, drinking beer and having burgers, flirting with the waitress (possibly a friend of theirs from high school?), and just being puppies. Not really very exciting conversationally, though.
At least, not until we were paying. The waitress brought their bill at the same time as ours, and as The Beast was signing his name, Puppy #1 said, "Oh my God. Oh no! Ashley (the waitress) c'mere! Is Lynn here tonight?"
"Why?"
"I was here the other night and I left her $7 to cover my meal and beers. I figured it was a special deal, so {blah blah can't hear}... Well, no, $7 plus her tip."
"{can't hear but she's starting to laugh}"
"Well, I didn't know you put the drinks on one side of the bill and the food on the other!! I think I underpaid her!" {He's really horrified.}
Ashley rolls her eyes and catches me starting to crack up. We share a smile.
She says to the Puppy, "Lynn's off work tonight." I say (quietly) to The Beast, "Yeah, she's torching your house, dude."
We left them with the Puppy trying to give Ashley some money to give to Lynn....
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