Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, June 3, 2013
A Sense of Humor Like a Cat
The eastern European guy waiting on us at brunch is stonefaced to my usual charm, I mean, he's nice enough, but he's not really warming up to us or anything.
Suddenly. a woman behind us laughs a single, loud laugh, startling everyone in the restaurant.
The waiter and I exchange looks. "I thought there was a dog in here," he deadpans.
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