last night : scariest dream ever
brought on by the condescending hot fudge sundae ladies of table 10? probably not:
(snaps fingers at me) I want a hot fudge sundae. no, no, listen: with coffee ice cream. coffee ice cream!
... I make her a sundae. with coffee ice cream
what is this? I wanted a brownie sundae!
...I make her a brownie sundae with the appropriate ice cream
(ten minutes later) you know what, this is fucking rediculous. it's melting. it's too fucking messy to eat, I don't want it! take it off the bill. how fucking hard is it to make a sundae? I can't believe this! I'm never coming here again-
...I take the offending sundae, print out a new bill, write thank-you! on the bottom, and leave it on the table.
ash @ 9:16 AM