Today, hungover and tired I took my first walk through Central Park and stopped at the Ballplayer's House Cafe for a combined breakfast/lunch at 3pm. I hassled my Californian Jack Black-lookalike-only-younger-and-thinner waiter about what I should order in my listless state and then set about ingesting my Vegie Burger goodness along with the accompanying packet of crisps while reading Joseph Campbell and eavesdropping on uninspiring nearby conversations. After wiling away a good part of the day in this lazy, indulgent fashion, I packed up my stuff and put a $20 bill in the bill folder and waited for my change.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited.
I worried that perhaps they assumed I wanted to leave a big tip.
After making subtle googly eyes at random staff members, my waiter finally returned with the folder before quickly disappearing.
Inside the folder, along with my change, was this:
I should be honest with you and admit that I don't intend on calling him. But man, did he sure make my day.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
How to Tell a Girl You're Interested
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3 comments:
How are you supposed to call him if he blocked out the last seven digits of the phone number?
Sounds to me like this guy wasn't too smart.
Let me know if you need any additional advice.
Yeah well that's why I'm not going to call him. I don't want to date a nincompoop. And the call probably wouldn't connect to him anyway... I'm beginning to think he just wanted to tease me.
aww that's so cute!!
huh Im confused. I didnt think he blocked his number, I assumed to blocked it so we couldnt call him, and put his number on the net, just lift the paper right?
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