I blogged her mom and devil babies came.
I can officially say that my five dollar Hot Topics "I Blogged Your Mom" shirt gets girls. My co-workers and I went to an Uno's--a restaurant I've never been to before--where we began to discuss what we wanted to eat. The waitress comes up to our table and says "I Blogged Your Mom? That's funny."
Which I promptly said to her, "Because it's true."
She gave my shirt two points for originality, and well, I thought that was the end of it. Instead, whenever she stopped by, she decided to engage us in personal conversation. She even got mad at one person for not eating and continued to ridicule him throughout the night. I have to admit, she had some really good lines. It was entertaining.
When you brought back our drinks order, she had a disconcerting look on her face. Apparently some baby or fake baby or toy that might be a baby or maybe it really was a baby was making noises that might have been crying. To her, the noises weren't normal though, so it had to be some kind of demon baby. She told us all this, we didn't know how to respond.
I enjoyed that she confided in us so quickly. We must have developed a very close bond in the five minutes that passed between her commenting on my shirt, and her returning with our drinks.
Why us though? Was it just random? Was she crazy? Was she just a really friendly girl, a mastermind of social waitressing (much like how the girls at hooters are taught to touch customers and sit at their table while taking orders)? Did somehow my shirt and initial conversation let her gauge that we were the type of people she might be friends with?
What other powers does this magical shirt have? Do you believe my fancy "I Blogged Your Mom" shirt could have the power to get girls?
Because it's true.
Which I promptly said to her, "Because it's true."
She gave my shirt two points for originality, and well, I thought that was the end of it. Instead, whenever she stopped by, she decided to engage us in personal conversation. She even got mad at one person for not eating and continued to ridicule him throughout the night. I have to admit, she had some really good lines. It was entertaining.
When you brought back our drinks order, she had a disconcerting look on her face. Apparently some baby or fake baby or toy that might be a baby or maybe it really was a baby was making noises that might have been crying. To her, the noises weren't normal though, so it had to be some kind of demon baby. She told us all this, we didn't know how to respond.
I enjoyed that she confided in us so quickly. We must have developed a very close bond in the five minutes that passed between her commenting on my shirt, and her returning with our drinks.
Why us though? Was it just random? Was she crazy? Was she just a really friendly girl, a mastermind of social waitressing (much like how the girls at hooters are taught to touch customers and sit at their table while taking orders)? Did somehow my shirt and initial conversation let her gauge that we were the type of people she might be friends with?
What other powers does this magical shirt have? Do you believe my fancy "I Blogged Your Mom" shirt could have the power to get girls?
Because it's true.
posted by Allen M @ 11/20/2006 01:38:00 AM
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