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So, I'm in Missouri for the week (Christmas present from the parents) hanging out with my old flame, who I met while working at the Chesterfield. We hit up a very fun burger joint yesterday for lunch (Their mascot is a bird.)
Our waitress comes over to take our orders, and my friend says, in a nutshell, put everything but the cheese on the side.
Waitress turns to me, I cough up my order, "this, this, pink."
Waitress looks at me expectantly.
I look at her.
"Do I need to write a novel for your order, too?" in a joking tone.
I reply, "Not unless it had a miserable life that needs to be written about. Cow becomes burger. Cut, print, that's a wrap."
She smiled, at least.
Our waitress comes over to take our orders, and my friend says, in a nutshell, put everything but the cheese on the side.
Waitress turns to me, I cough up my order, "this, this, pink."
Waitress looks at me expectantly.
I look at her.
"Do I need to write a novel for your order, too?" in a joking tone.
I reply, "Not unless it had a miserable life that needs to be written about. Cow becomes burger. Cut, print, that's a wrap."
She smiled, at least.