Instead of bitching about service this day, i am going to take the time to compliment Mark and I's server at the Duke of Perth. What a nice guy. He was there to do his job, be nice and get us in and out of there if we wanted it to be a short dinner. We did.
He was the type of guy that I would want me sister to run into. There was no artificial happiness or chatting for a tip, no trying to talk us into anything, and no problems when we asked for anything. Just a pleasant experience. He deserved a good tip and he got one. For being real. Mark and i discussed how hard it is, these days, to find a "real" male server.
SO we decided to wait for him after the dinner and try to get him to go home with us to have a one on one on one party. Just grab some wine, turn on the Comcast music channel for 80's hits or Partytime hits, and dance it out. Nothing sexual just some good old fashioned dancing and staring and pushing and cocaine, and then throw a pistol into the mix with the door of the bathroom locked as Mark is contemplating the worth of humanity in the mirror.
Unfortunately the server declined, even though we waited for six hours outside of the restaurant. He's still a good guy.
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