The waitress nodded, then said, “Yes, that’s how it’s supposed to look. It’s called a red leaf lettuce.”
“Well, I’m not eating it. Bring me another one without that stuff in it.” The waitress forced a smile on her face and took the plate and left.
I pulled out my phone.
Me – She just bitched about the purple lettuce in her salad.
Me – I won’t do it again.
Me – Swear it.
Cassie – Hmmmm.
Me – Cassie.... please.
Cassie – Fine. What restaurant are you at?
Me – Renaldo’s.
Cassie – Give me a minute.
“I hope you’re not texting another woman over there. I give out. Freely,” she said as she pushed her tits together.
I wouldn’t put my dick a hundred feet near you.
Then my phone rang.
I saw it was Cassie and answered it, “Yes?”
“Make a disgusted face,” she said.
I did and caught Winnie’s eyes.
“Now, say, no fucking way,” she said.
“No, fucking way,” I said.
“Now growl,” she said.
I growled.
“Now stand up, toss money on the table, tell her that someone just broke into your house.”
I almost asked, really, but I didn’t.
I stood up, tossed money on the table, and said, “Cassie just called, someone broke into my house, I gotta go.”
Then as I walked away, I pulled a hundred from my wallet, and headed to our waitress as I said, “Sorry about her. She was a dare of a date.”
The woman nodded, “What did you do to earn that one?”
I winced, “Said a bad word to my nephew.”
She nodded, “You deserved it then.”
I looked down at her name tag, then I walked out, climbed in my truck and left.
Vowing to never say bad words around Krispin again.
