I went out for lunch today, and the restaurant was packed. We were patiently waiting when I had an ingenious idea to free up a table: I took a picture of the patrons.
I hoped some nervous philanderer would see me snapping pictures, fear his wife had hired a private investigator to catch him with his mistress, and terrified, he would flee the scene. His mistress would run after him, and just like that, a table for 2 would be open.
It was all to happen just like that.
It didn't.
We had to wait another 7 minutes before anyone budged.
3 comments:
is that buckhorn grill
It is! And, I recommend avoiding it during lunchtime, it's a flood of humanity.
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