July 21st, 2012


Why me?

I'm sitting at a restaurant with miome, eating a falafel when piece of diced tomato falls into my cleavage. Considering that I have quite a bit of cleavage, this is not that unusual. As I'm trying to figure out how to discreetly remove the tomato from my cleavage, our waiter comes ninja-ing out of nowhere. Miome had just put food in her mouth, so I was the one left having a conversation.

Waiter: How is everything?
Tsaiko: *trying to ignore the cold tomato sliding down her boob* It's good.
Waiter: Let me refill your water glasses.
Tsaiko: *tomato is continue heading south inside shirt*
Waiter: There. Do you need more napkins?
Tsaiko: *tomato is now sliding down her stomach* I think we have enough.
Waiter: Anything else I can do for you?
Tsaiko: *leave so I can take care of this problem* We're good.
Waiter: Okay. Let me know if there is anything else.
Tsaiko: We will.

As soon as the waiter was gone I pulled my shirt out and the tomato fell in my lap. Thank goodness for napkins.

I swear, waiter have the worse timing ever.