I know, I know, The Olive Garden isn't real Italian food.
Five words for ya.
Unlimited fuckin' breadsticks and salad.
We sit down place our orders and the food comes out. The waiter comes to check on us.
I didn't notice before, but our waiter is quite obviously stoned out of his mind.
Now I don't care if someone wants to get laced at work. Especially at a restaurant. But come on man, be a functional pot-head.
"Would you all like some more breadsticks and salad?" he asks.
"That would be great." I say.
15 minutes later our waiter shows up again (no breadsticks or salad).
"Would you all like some more breadsticks and salad?" he asks, "what did you have to drink sir?"
"Diet coke," I reply, "also salad and breadsticks."
20 minutes later our waiter shows up again (no breadsticks, no salad, no diet coke).
"Would you all like some more breadsticks and salad? he asks, "oh do you need another drink sir?" At this point, it is just funny, I am imagining that this guy thinks that it is his first time at our table every time he shows up.
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It happened THREE more times.
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The final time he asked, he was just as sincere as the first time.
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"Would you like some more breadsticks and salad?" he asks.
Laughing, I say, "Sure, that and the bill."
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MOVIE LINE OF THE DAY:
"That's Naomi. And she's been working here WAY too long. But she's actually a pretty sweet girl... when she's drunk." -Waiting
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