waiting on a table of four from Pennsylvania this past sunday afternoon at the pub.
"can i get you guys anything else?"
"are you an actress?" one of them asks. the one in the tangerine-colored polo shirt who keeps smiling at me whenever i walk past, as if he recognizes me.*
"i am," i sheepishly admit. "among other things."
"i knew it!" one of them exclaimed. "doesn't she look like a model?"
absolutely NO RESPONSE from the others at the table. just blank stares. apparently, they didn't agree. ha.
"um...uh," i stutter because one must say something in such situations to fill the blushing silence. "am i supposed to tip you now?"
*and gay, i should note, but don't they always have the best taste?
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You should have recreated your scene from the MTV commercial you did a while back. haha.
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