As she's taking our order I'm usually rocking back and forth in my seat, trying to get a glance at the great tits on the one waitress, the mighty ass on the other. Now there is nothing wrong with the happy married-lady waitress. She's very nice to us and the service is grand but please, can't we get one of the sexy waitresses with the cleavage and the low-rider jeans and the pierced bellybutton just once?
Well around one PM on Friday my Dad and I arrived at the Italian Restaurant like we usually do. We went in and went over to where we usually sit. We waited a few minutes like always but this time instead of happy married-lady waitress we get this stunning brunette with dark eyes. She had a beautiful face with dimples, big breasts under a red tee shirt and tight blue jeans around hips for childbirth. Now we're talking. You used to see girls like her in old issues of Penthouse back in the 80s, instant ache in the nether regions type of girl. Things were looking up.
She said, "May I take your order?"
"I'll have the manicotti," I said.
"I'll have the spaghetti with meat sauce," said Dad.
The delight in my eye at finally having a sexy waitress must have thrown her. She forgot what I asked for. Ten minutes later she comes back to our table with two plates of spaghetti on her tray.
She put one plate infront of Dad, one plate infront of me, then placed the check on the table.
"Excuse me," I said to her. "But I ordered the manicotti."
"Oh," she said. "I'm terribly sorry. Here let me take that and go back to the kitchen and I'll have them make it for you."
"No, that's okay," I said to her. "I'm in a hurry to get back to Pittsburgh and I'll just have this."
"Are you sure? It won't take long."
"No," I said. "This is fine. And the sexy waitress turned and walked away.
"She must be in training," said Dad.
I'm thinking, I blew her mind. I grabbed the grated cheese and after dousing the spaghetti with enough Parmesan to suit my taste, I grabbed my fork and starting eating. And to my surprise the stuff was tasty. I chowed it down, thoroughly enjoying every mouthful. Before I knew it I was finished. I looked at Dad's plate and saw he was only half done.
"Hey I know she made a mistake," I said. "But I got to admit that spaghetti was good eating. How's yours?"
"Bland," said Dad. "I don't like it at all."
"Really?" I said. I reached down and picked-up the check. I looked it over and saw we were being charged for one spaghetti with meat sauce and one without. "Did you order the spaghetti with meat sauce?"
"Yeah," said Dad.
"I ate your spaghetti."
Did I say I was in a hurry? On the way back to Pittsburgh I got a speeding ticket.
She said, "May I take your order?"
"I'll have the manicotti," I said.
"I'll have the spaghetti with meat sauce," said Dad.
The delight in my eye at finally having a sexy waitress must have thrown her. She forgot what I asked for. Ten minutes later she comes back to our table with two plates of spaghetti on her tray.
She put one plate infront of Dad, one plate infront of me, then placed the check on the table.
"Excuse me," I said to her. "But I ordered the manicotti."
"Oh," she said. "I'm terribly sorry. Here let me take that and go back to the kitchen and I'll have them make it for you."
"No, that's okay," I said to her. "I'm in a hurry to get back to Pittsburgh and I'll just have this."
"Are you sure? It won't take long."
"No," I said. "This is fine. And the sexy waitress turned and walked away.
"She must be in training," said Dad.
I'm thinking, I blew her mind. I grabbed the grated cheese and after dousing the spaghetti with enough Parmesan to suit my taste, I grabbed my fork and starting eating. And to my surprise the stuff was tasty. I chowed it down, thoroughly enjoying every mouthful. Before I knew it I was finished. I looked at Dad's plate and saw he was only half done.
"Hey I know she made a mistake," I said. "But I got to admit that spaghetti was good eating. How's yours?"
"Bland," said Dad. "I don't like it at all."
"Really?" I said. I reached down and picked-up the check. I looked it over and saw we were being charged for one spaghetti with meat sauce and one without. "Did you order the spaghetti with meat sauce?"
"Yeah," said Dad.
"I ate your spaghetti."
Did I say I was in a hurry? On the way back to Pittsburgh I got a speeding ticket.
And people wonder why I'm the way I am.
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