Jan 09, 2007 08:56
I had a couple sit at one of my tables. He looked to be in his late forties, with a gray beard and glasses - gave off a real academic vibe. She was obviously much younger, taller than her date, with dark, curly hair piled on her head. He thought she would like our strawberry lemonade, so he ordered two for them. When I delivered the drinks, she asked him if they should get an order of the onion rings. He said he really wasn't in the mood for onion rings, and then he asked me if there was a smaller portion of the rings they could get (nope). She continued to prod, to give excuses why the onion rings would be a good idea (they could take the rest home in a box - what? and have the car smelling like onion rings for next couple days?) and I stood and listened and wondered how long it was appropriate for me to remain a witness to the conversation (argument?). She finally looked at me and ordered the onion rings which was accompanied by a huge sigh from her date. I brought the rings and two plates over a few minutes later, and when I checked back, he had fallen on those rings like a starving man.