Wednesday, March 3, 2010
RPLM- March ( a little early, I just couldn't wait)
Please enjoy the following monologue between Calm Starfish and the host at the B.A.D Bistro.
Host: Good evening ma'am.
CS: Thank you, table for one please.
Host: Do you have a reservation?
CS: Uhh... no?
Host: Sorry. We're all full.
CS: Why didn't you tell me that before?!
Host: I figured you would have a reservation.
CS: Can I make a reservation now?
Host: Madam, that would defeat the purpose of the concept "reservation".
CS: *Fumes. Stalks away and slams the doors shut*
*Host looks back down at the reservation book, just as CS runs back through the doors trying to get past him*
Host: *Casually. As if this happened often* Security.
*Security drags CS out the door and locks it*
CS: You'll never get away with this! Never! I demand a table THIS INSTANT!
Host: Do you have a-
CS: Oh, for crying out loud!
*CS runs away. Jumps on her blimp, travels to Big Nate island, and pigs out on crab legs instead*