My wife and I were having dinner the other night at a little eatery in Santa Monica, right down by the beach. And we had this really Goth waiter.
A lot of restaurants have their wait staff dressed in black, but this guy also had long dyed black hair, black fingernail polish, a little bit of eye liner and what appeared to be a pierced brain stem.
And yeah, we made some jokes amongst ourselves, but he was a really good waiter. Kept our drink glasses full, got our orders right, he was really efficient.
We didn’t run up a big tab, just had some salads, no alcohol. So when the check came, I told my wife that I was gonna tip him the full 20%.
When the bill arrives, I get out my tipulator… you all have a tipulator don’t, you?... and the tip comes out to $6.66. Right then, a very strange sensation came over me. I started feeling very cautious and nervous, looking around and behind me, etc.
So we get in the car to drive back to The Valley, switch on the GPS, and the voice guy starts talking very slowly, about 5 octaves lower.
“TURN LEFT ON WILSHIRE BOULEVARD. MERGE ONTO I-405 RAMP ON RIGHT. GOT ANY MARILYN MANSON CD’S?”
Weird.
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