This is a blog on the difficulties of getting a table for seven at a restaurant.
As I walked through the swinging doors of the Cracker Barrel, sweat dripped like warm rain on my forehead. I walked to the seater, fatigued from the night air. "Table for seven, please." She shook her head. No, alas! Too large for a normal table, too small... too small for a put-together. I sighed.
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So retarded
ReplyDeleteBryan Brackney
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