Alright, alright. I'm guilty too. I'm a casual PDAer, just as much as the next bar hopper. But, I usually aim for the, "It's last call, wanna leave and go to my place?" hour rather than the, "Hey, we can still catch the matinee for Angels & Demons after this." Really..Really? It's still light out! Not only that, YOU'RE EATING RAW FISH.
I'm sorry, kissing through dessert..I get it. Chocolate ganache and strawberries are sexy but FISH? I like salmon too but not if that flavor is still lingering in your mouth. Sorry about the visual. There's more:
They're sitting smack dab in the middle of the bar, right where I have to grab cups for my customers who are not licking each other's faces. There was no escape. I had to pretend I didn't hearing them "swap sashimi" by being really serious about counting the $7 I had in my book. They had to know that I knew what they were doing. I mean, THEY'RE RIGHT THERE. It's so uncomfortable.
I have been in worse situations though. When I was a busser, I actually saw a girl, drunk out of her mind, bending toward her date's fly. *Sigh* Can you just stop for one min to think about what you're doing so I can pour water in your glass or lap?
Mouth-wrestlers beware: we may be all sheepish and hesitant while serving you but you better believe, once you're out of hearing range.. we're sharp-tongued.
Newt told me you were blogging and i remember you telling me about it but I'M just now reading this.
ReplyDeletei seem to remember a very amorous couple that used to sit at the bar here and paw eachother until one of them moved away. cough * cough*.
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