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Sunday, What a tangled life I lead
We decided that I had to find out what his name was, so that when we went back (or there was a gathering of Ladies in Texas), we could descend upon the restaurant en masse and arrange to sit in his section (hey, anything to stir up some trouble). So today dawned overcast but pleasant, and I really wasn't in the mood for staying inside. Perfect time to initiate Operation Garçon. I should have known that things were going to get a bit complicated when I explained what I wanted to the hostess, who appeared to be about 17 and not the most clued-in creature in the universe. She frowned adorably as she thought about my description, and finally said, "Gee, there are two guys who look like that -- I don't know if you mean ***** or not." By luck of the draw, she wound up seating me in the wrong section, across from the target area. However, being the experienced operative that I am, I figured it was just as good -- this way, I could ask my server about Mr. Flirty without embarrassing Mr. Flirty himself with personal questions. If I could get my server to slow down, that was. This boy was very busy speeding across the restaurant with orders and elements from the closing brunch sections. Thinking fast, I collared a busboy instead and pointed out Mr. Flirty. Unfortunately, the busboy didn't speak English all that well and thought I was asking about another waiter right behind him, who was about as diametrically opposed to my guy as you could be and still be in the same species. "His name is **," the busboy confided.
I swear, the gold ring on the left hand doesn't seem to mean bubkes anymore. The truly oy-making thing, however, is that my busboy apparently found the waiter he'd originally pointed out and told him that a female patron was asking about him. He promptly came over, all smiles, and wanted to know if he knew me from somewhere or if he'd waited on me before. He was extremely sweet, mind you, but he looked like a tanner version of my dad -- um, no thank you, dear. He backed off, still smiling, and told me to come back soon on my way out. I can only imagine the gossip that must have been flying around that place later. How do I get myself into these things?
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Good
Lord. Okay, those of you playing at home may remember back a couple
of weeks ago when Julia and I 
Yes,
thank you for playing, dear, but not quite what I was after. I decided
to wait until my server slowed down below lightspeed, then finally
got his attention. He seemed vastly amused by my question (I hope
you don't mind, Julia, but I told him that you wanted to know Flirty's
name just for curiosity's sake -- it seemed more acceptable) told
me his name and some other details, then wound up seguing into a
story about his girlfriend's sister and her odder cruising habits.
I had to explain that no, it wasn't that at all, we just wanted
to know his name, honest.
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