Sunday, July 3, 2011

Point for breakfast

I had brunch with my brother Kelly and his wife, Jenny, today.

We were able to pick our own mugs from a hutch. I of course chose one with a purple cat on it.

At one point our waiter walked away from the table and Kelly said that he thought the waiter was flirting with me.

He said this before I had a chance to tell them that I thought the waiter was cute.

I razzed the waiter a little bit, asking him if he liked my choice of mug.

I enjoyed this. I generally enjoy encountering cute waiters. Particularly playful ones.

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