Oh, Those Potato Guys...

So, yes, I am aware that I just posted yesterday, but...something random happened!

(For those who don't know, at the restaurant Lambert's, there are the usual waiters who take care of drinks and orders in different sections of the restaurant, and there are also several who throw rolls[yes, literally, throw rolls] and carry around fried potatoes, fried okra, macaroni and tomatoes, and other goodies.)

Today, I went to Lambert's with my friend Liz. As she is attractive, and I suppose I am too - the following story would imply so - there was quite a bit of male attention directed toward our table. There were a few waiters that came up and flirted at first, but eventually they had to go and do their jobs, and we had a few minutes to ourselves.

The song Black Betty started playing in the restaurant. I enjoy that song, so I was rocking out to it at the table, bobbing my head around and such. One of the waiters who hadn't stormed us in the initial moments when we sat down, one of the more attractive ones on staff, walked by and asked, "You enjoying the music?" As per the usual when a waiter or waitress talks to a customer, my mouth was entirely full of food at the moment, so I just smiled and nodded. He proceeded to tell me how all the songs were on a loop consisting of about 100 songs("or 112, if I had to guess") and how it had been playing since Labor Day, and how annoying it was becoming. He talked like this for a few minutes, while I sympathized. When he finally left, Liz proceeded to tell me that "someone thinks you're a hottie!" This, of course, caused me to catch the giggles that I had been trying so hard to avoid.

We continued with our wonderful dinner, until our friend came back, accompanied by the guy who passes out the fried potatoes.

Fried Potato Guy: Would you ladies like some potatoes?
Liz and I: Yes, please.
*fried potato guy gives Liz potatoes and turns to me*
Waiter: Yeah, give her a lot.
*fried potato guy gives me twice the normal serving of potatoes*
Fried Potato Guy: Wow, I am SO SORRY! I have NO IDEA how that happened!
Waiter: *winks* Muscle spasm, Collin?
Fried Potato Guy, aka Collin: Yeah, I guess so. Happens all the time, really, it does.
*fried potato guy and waiter continue their banter about muscle spasms*
*Liz and I laugh. A lot.*

We were mostly left in peace for the remainder of our dinner, though the waiter did glance our way a lot. When we got up to leave, he happened to be nearby, and proceeded to drop what he was doing to walk up and say, "Have a good evening!" I told him to do the same, and managed to hold in the giggles until I got out the door. When we got home and my parents asked if I had any leftover food, I told them about the potatoes. I wasn't going to tell them why, but Liz did. They just laughed and my father said, "Well, that's not exactly the worst thing ever." My parents get kind of crazy about free food...

That's all for now. Here's to leftover potatoes...for the next three meals.

~Kassius~