Funny story.

I was at work today chatting with a regular customer (whoops, I mean regular guest) and if you know me at all you know that "chatting" is one of my least favourite things to do. I would rather come home and clean out my oven than "chat" with people. But he was alone for lunch and I had some spare* time. And, hey, that's just the kind of server I am. I care about my guests. I faked that I was interested in his stories, and laughed at his bad jokes. Let me just reiterate that he was alone for lunch and a regular.

Then he asked me out to a violin concert tonight.

I had never thought of him as creepy before but suddenly I saw him in a new light. The kind of light you see a man in when he's over sixty, in every week with a new woman, and who asks servers who are much younger than him out for the night. Gross.

So, I told him I might be able to join him if I could rearrange a few things and people I had to meet with tonight. I made a couple of fake calls to my sister and then went back and told him it wouldn't work for me because I couldn't get ahold of the person I was meeting with, but I hoped he had a good time. On his way out he tipped me twenty dollars. Gross.

What I should have said, instead of lying and making the fake phone calls, was that if I wanted to go out with an old man I'd go out with my dad. Ha ha. Just kidding, Dad.

Actually... I'm not kidding... I'd let you take me to a movie, or out for supper. Give me a call sometime, Dad...

*by spare time I mean about seven extra seconds between taking orders, listing the specials, picking up food, clearing tables, figuring out our new till, and then times two because I was training a new server.