It's FRIDAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!It's been one of those weeks so I am beyond stoked that it's over. Early-week I ran out of milk...and never had a chance to run out and get any. Then this morning I ran out of creamer mid-making coffee. Yeah. Crap. But thankfully I had the brilliant idea to use eggnog instead. YUM!! Big fan. Who needs creamer anyway?
Last night I went to Outback for the second time ever. And it proved itself worthy of my attention again. The last time I went there I was backward motorboated (Yes...I coined the phrase. Basically, it's when someone brushes their boobs against the back of your head. YUUUUUCK.) by a well-endowed waitress. Most awkward moment. Instead of reaching around to the right or left of me to put my plate in front of me, she decided the best tact would be to wrap her arms around me and place it over me...like a 4 year old...all the while brushing the back of my head (more like SMACKING the back of my head) with her boobs. What. The. Crap. To make things even crappier, my meal looked like I had done something to offend the kitchen. When the waitress asked for my order, she asked 'Do you want a potato with that?' Now NORMALLY in NORMAL LIFE, this would mean she was asking if I wanted an ADDITIONAL potato. You don't ask someone if they want the garnishes that come with their meal already. Because that's just retarded. Well...in this case, she was retarded. My meal came and was a ginormous place with two tiny little pork chops in the very center...and nothing else. Nada. No garnishes, no sides, nothing. I looked at my friend like "What did I do??" And this was after recovering the boob incident.
Thankfully, no boob incidents occured last night (male waiter....fewf!) although he did crack a joke about his divorce which was super awkward. But the food was good...and I actually got garnishes and sides! What a treat. Ha.
So...share your awkward restaurant horror stories. NOW.
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