I order my meal and hand the cashier my credit card.
"What's your name," he asks me after looking at the card.
"Kevin," I reply.
"Right," he says.
"Is that the new thing?" I ask.
"Well, it's my thing," he says, "I still haven't figured out what I'm gonna do if someone doesn't know their name though."
Copyright (c) 2008 http://crudeandfeckless.blogspot.com/ by Kevin McDonald
9 comments:
Hand them another beer, that's what I'd do.
Good job McJoe ~ I've had to start taking anti-anxiety medication with you and all this food drama...
Merry Christmas Brat!
:)
You have a lot of good stories about waiters and dining.... I like it... but it makes me hungry...
That is a classic.
Hey, you stole my name! I think. Oh, shit, what IS my name? Dammit, I'm hungry and I don't know my name, what am I gonna do? Well I can't go tho Chick-Fil-A, that's for sure!
Just great. Now I have to remember my NAME, too?!
What next?! My address?!
Ack!!
Pearl
you have to know your name to buy a damn chicken sandwich. wait till they ask for a urine sample.
LOL ... that was a riot ... new thing.
well I better start memorizing the names on the credit cards i steal...
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