Waitress: “You get a salad with that. What kind of dressing do you want?”
Me: “French?”
Waitress: “What?”
Me: “How about Catalina?”
Waitress: “Look, this is a diner.”
Me: “Okay, what do you have?”
Waitress: “Italian, Russian, Western…”
Me: “Western. The orange stuff.”
Waitress: “Oh, is that the same as French? Learn something new everyday.”
She: “How’s your spaghetti?”
Me: “Straight from the can. It’s yummy.”
She: “Sometimes you need a break from the fancy gourmet stuff.”
Me: “Yes, I needed to reset my stomach.”
Waitress: “You done there?”
She: “She’s done. I’m still butchering my sandwich.”
Waitress: “You butcher away. You’re welcome to butcher.”
Me: “Is that a special activity they have at diners?”
Waitress: “Yeah. Out back.”
