Sunday, August 8, 2010

Date night

Waitress: "Hi! I'm Lacey! I'll be taking care of you tonight. How are you folks doing?"

Mrs. Grumpy: "We're fine. How about yourself?"

Waitress: "So-so. My daughter spent most of the afternoon in ER!" (starts crying).

Mrs. Grumpy: "Oh... I'm sorry. Is she okay?"

Waitress: "She shoved a Lego up her nose!"

Dr. Grumpy: "Usually they can get those out."

Waitress: "The doctor there tried for, like 2, hours, and couldn't. So on Monday we have to take her to a pediatric ENT."

Mrs. Grumpy: "I'm sure she'll be okay."

Waitress: "Our specials tonight are meatballs fornicato..."

16 comments:

Old MD Girl said...

Did you leave her a big tip?

Grumpy, M.D. said...

Of course. She did a great job at getting our food. And the meatballs were awesome.

The Mother said...

What is it with chatty waiters? Is it a generational thing?

'Cause in my day, they were too busy to chat.

Anonymous said...

Meatballs fornicato? Fornicating meatballs? Were they better than sex?

ERP said...

Couldn't get a lego out of the nose?!:? LAME! All you need is the Katz Extractor!

RehabNurse said...

Funny. Had you told her you were medical people up front? If not, there really is a lot of TMI going on.

I try not to tell people so I don't have to listen to the whole story...at least until after they bring my food.

Grumpy, M.D. said...

I never tell people I'm a doctor. If someone calls for one, I hide.

terri c said...

I think Mrs. Grumpy is awfully nice. I also am guessing this is the waitress's first child.

Captain Foulenough said...

I certainly hope the meatballs fornicato came with pasta puttanesca.

Kim Kasch said...

;) you can hide but you can't get away

the spelling/grammar nitpicker said...

"Waitress", I assume? How could you spell it incorrectly twice? :P

Grumpy, M.D. said...

Okay, teechur, I fiksed it. Hazerds of kut and payst.

Chris said...

I was thinking the same thing abou the meatballs.........love the comment about the puttanesca.....

Anonymous said...

I suffer from a chronic illness, daily ups and downs, and it took a while to not hesitate before answering "how are you?".

Never occurred to me to actually start in with it, though.

myoclonicjerk said...

Ah, the ever-elusive art of the segue...

Jules said...

"I never tell people I'm a doctor. If someone calls for one, I hide."

I work for one of the big insurance companies and I'm always slightly nervous that someone will assault me because they had a bad claim experience when I'm wearing one of our company's polo shirts in public.

 
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