I went into a fancy restaurant the other day waiting for a friend of mine. It was a typical "the food is expensive" and "service is slow" type of restaurant. However tonight's service seemed to be unbelievably slow.
The friend I was expecting hadn't arrived yet, so I basically had nothing to do. There was a blonde guy sitting at the table adjacnt to me who looked equally bored, so I decided to converse with him. I saw he had a black bag with him and as I turned around he was taking out his laptop.
I figured he had some work to do so I decided to leave him alone. A couple minutes later I turned around to see what he was doing and saw he was doing what you would deem "inappropriate" to say the least, especially at such a nice restaurant.
I turned back as quickly as I could and was shocked at how sick this guy was. So for the next few minutes I sat very uncomfortably as more people were heading into the already busy restaurant. I suddenly heard footsteps from behind me heading off towards the bathroom.
I groaned a big groan inside my head imagining where this guy was going, and more importantly, what he was doing. A couple minutes later he came back with a slight jolly bounce in his step. I became sick at the thought of someone going to a restaurant to do what he did.
Out of pure nausea, I headed out of the restaurant for some fresh air until a sign near the door caught my attention. It said, "First come, first serve".
The friend I was expecting hadn't arrived yet, so I basically had nothing to do. There was a blonde guy sitting at the table adjacnt to me who looked equally bored, so I decided to converse with him. I saw he had a black bag with him and as I turned around he was taking out his laptop.
I figured he had some work to do so I decided to leave him alone. A couple minutes later I turned around to see what he was doing and saw he was doing what you would deem "inappropriate" to say the least, especially at such a nice restaurant.
I turned back as quickly as I could and was shocked at how sick this guy was. So for the next few minutes I sat very uncomfortably as more people were heading into the already busy restaurant. I suddenly heard footsteps from behind me heading off towards the bathroom.
I groaned a big groan inside my head imagining where this guy was going, and more importantly, what he was doing. A couple minutes later he came back with a slight jolly bounce in his step. I became sick at the thought of someone going to a restaurant to do what he did.
Out of pure nausea, I headed out of the restaurant for some fresh air until a sign near the door caught my attention. It said, "First come, first serve".
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