#4382 + (849)
<Euri> When I was 20 (still worked as a waiter), I went out to
eat with a friend at a nice-ish restaurant. There was a guy
with his girlfriend/mistress/cheap hooker in front of me
yelling at the hostess because they took 10 minutes to bring
his food to him. So, I went up and asked him how he was doing,
and why he didn't call.. and asked if his rash was clearing
up.