Jul 26, 2009 09:05
Oh, Sunday. That magical day when Zack did that thing that was supposed to be called working.
But really, it wasn't working so much as it was schmoozing with the customers and keeping the dishes from scaring people off by virtue of being large, singing, dancing dishes. And he was possibly also getting paid to put up with the teasing, too.
They'd asked him where he had been last week. Zack, being Zack, answered honestly that he'd been a little preoccupied, being a dog and all. And then they somehow managed to weasel out of him that he had a date waiting on raincheck until Turtle was feeling up to it. This was met with a flurry of suggestions for making her feel better now.
Most of those suggestions involved collars and leashes.
Today's Specials:
Succulent Roast Chicken
Grey Stuff
Pop Tarts à la Mode
If anyone needed Zack, today was going to be another blushing-and-hiding day.
Cafe Fina is open!
cafe fina,
zack fair