I'm my own vacuum. I suck out whatever positivity I have in me. Can't you just be satisfied? Can't you just stop being pessimistic all the time. I'll be the death of me. Sheesh!
But that's not what this entry is about.
Something funny happened last night. Me and my sister, finally left alone in our little apartment, decided to have dinner out. The chosen atrocity of a place was a "chicken" house. I was expecting an all too ordinary dinner, nothing out of the norm, but thanks to a pervert of a waiter things became a little bit interesting...but not quite.
This dude was creepy, for lack of a better word. Imagine eating and gnawing on a chicken leg with the waiter on your peripheral view staring with a ridiculous grin. His attempts at making small talk only freaked me out and it seems that my one worded answers weren't enough to send out the message I wanted to put forth, which is "Leave us alone freak!", and instead he was interpreting it as "Go ahead, ask us more questions! Flatter me more!" This guy was rearranging condiments on our table and at the same time trying to make eye contact. Can you say EEEEEEWWWWWW?
*shiver*
My sister was comical.
"Damn it, you shouldn't have ordered the bottomless Iced Tea! Now he's waiting to refill your glass!"
"We shouldn't have dined in. We should have taken out."
"Can you eat more slower? Really, I'm just fine and dandy here. No need to worry."
"No! No! Don't ask for the bill yet. Pretend to talk to me. Wait till he passes by."
That was the most uncomfortable dinner...well besides that one other time which I'm not delving into now...I couldn't even remember how the food tasted.
What a waste.
