Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?
Mr. Moon and I had lunch on Saturday as I was on the west side of the lake, and he was there working overtime. We'd recently chatted about my beef stroganoff cravings and how you just don't see beef stroganoff in restaurants. Not being something he ever wanted, he had not realized.
Mr. Moon: Hey... do you guys have beef stroganoff?
Waiter: uhh... beef stroganoff? no, man, we don't have that.
Jodi: It's really not that common.
Mr. Moon: I would have thought it would be everywhere.
Jodi: Because it's comfort food?
Waiter: Yeah... beef stroganoff is like something a mom makes. And Mac back there?*points to the kitchen* He ain't no mom!
Our waiter was a witty, but slow, young man with an enterprising spirit. Despite the fact that it took forever to get the check, I gave him a pretty good tip because, like he told us, "Dude... this is my job, you know? And I need it. I need it to make money for drugs.... I mean SCHOOL! He-he-he-he."
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Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Yeah, but I bet he was a mother-f*$%er :)
We should all tip big for witty sarcasm.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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26 septembre 2005 18h45
breakfast club! yes!
Posted by: river selkie | 26 septembre 2005 23h59
Tip For Wit. Slogan of the week.
Posted by: Chris | 27 septembre 2005 4h53
My Dad always called "Beef Stroke-me-off," but I never understood what the joke meant.
I understood what it meant when Daddy was "guarding the easter baskets": Daddy was drunk.
Posted by: Thomas | 27 septembre 2005 13h32