Last year I was on an elegant dinner date in Laguna Beach. I noticed our waitress kept eyeballing my very handsome date. Every time she'd walk by our table, she was smiling directly at him.
Apparently she was a gold digger too. He had dropped his car keys on the floor, which had a Porsche emblem. She picked the keys up and asked him, "Oh what kind of Porsche do you have?" She even had the nerve to ask him what his profession is. The little floozy did all this right in front on me, as though I was invisible.
While we were leaving the restaurant she asked him, "Are you going to come back and visit us sometime?" By then I was ready to show her what my middle finger looked like.
The nerve of her. For all she knew, he and I could have been a married couple, dining there for dinner.
Apparently she was a gold digger too. He had dropped his car keys on the floor, which had a Porsche emblem. She picked the keys up and asked him, "Oh what kind of Porsche do you have?" She even had the nerve to ask him what his profession is. The little floozy did all this right in front on me, as though I was invisible.
While we were leaving the restaurant she asked him, "Are you going to come back and visit us sometime?" By then I was ready to show her what my middle finger looked like.
The nerve of her. For all she knew, he and I could have been a married couple, dining there for dinner.