“What color are these tablecloths?”
“No, the actual color. You know, like “Sandy Pebble” or some other real name of a color. I need to tell my sister’s decorator the color so she can get her carpet in this exact shade. It’s just what she’s been looking for!”
“Maybe you could ask someone who would know, okay?”
The busser says it’s Sandy Beige.
“Are your salads big enough for a meal?”
Gosh, I don’t know how hungry you are or what you consider a fully “meal,” but….
Interrupting: “Is it or isn’t it? You can’t answer that? Come on! It’s a pretty simple question.”
They are salad-plate-sized salads, an average portion.
To her friend: “She can’t even answer!”
Friend, slowly and gesturing: “What she’s asking is…how…much…is…on…the…plate?”
Exactly 32 pieces of torn lettuce, give or take a garnish.
“We biked, then ran the entire island.”
Wow. All today?
“Can you say you’ve done that?”
Well, I felt like I walked the entire island once when I got lost my second day living here.
“I didn’t think so.”
Her: “If you wanted to have sex in a hot tub, where would you do it in this town?”
I, uh, um….what????
Him: “I told you she wouldn’t know!”
“Hey! Hey You!”
Did you just shout at me from across the dining room?
Louder, waving: “Hey! We’re here for dinner! Now!”
Oh, whew, that’s a relief! I thought you were my manager yelling at me!
“Excuse me, what is your name?”
RG. Short for Restaurant Gal. It’s great to be back!