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Title: Courtesy of the bitterwaitress.com Post by notseinfeld on May 19th, 2005, 2:43pm This is why I love my job at times I was waiting on a very fun 8 top of forty-something women. I had built a good relationship with the table e.g. body shots, flirting, bad jokes. When one of the better looking women asks for a to-go box. I bring the box back to her, where she informs me she needs a smaller box. Being quite quick-witted, and unable to control what comes out of my mouth, politely told her that I was her waiter and not a plastic surgeon. (Hence box being synonomous with vagina) after about 15 seconds of stunned silence, she erupted in a fit of laughing that led to a table full of crying women. Also, huge tippers Bitterwaitres says: did you put a bow on the box? |
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