And Slash Or
Last night I was out and about in L.E.S. with B and her friend R. After a night of drunken debauchery, we got back to Brooklyn and decided to try out one of the 24-hour diners in the area... let's be honest, steak and eggs any time of the day? Sounds awesome. So we sit down, B and R on one side of the booth, me on the other, have a meal, and when we ask our waiter for our tab, he drops this off instead:
What?! "and/or"? A kiss? A drink? Or both? Where this sense of entitlement comes from, I have no idea. So B and R jump all over it and start checking out every guy in the diner... and proceed to dog on whoever the author of this little love letter may have been. Finally, our waiter tells us it was the guy who happened to be sitting back to back with B and R in the next booth over - and he had heard every word they had said! No wonder he left so promptly. But seriously, to the fellas of the world, has this ever worked for you, ever!?