Tuesday, February 15, 2011

dear god, why.

Just, why?
I made you three milkshakes and two glasses of chocolate milk. I answered your stupid questions while rolling my eyes only internally. I lovingly placed hot plates in front of you and warned you not to touch them. I gave you my fake waitress laugh. I sincerely wished you a good night.
So why, why, why did you leave me five singles for your sixty dollar check?


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