Guess who else was in tonight?

You’ll never guess.

Remember the really attractive girl, who looks like the hostesses in NYC who waited for her date etc? The one who was late for her reservation and used her pouty lip to try and get seated late?

Yeap.

She arrives at 6:30.

1 at the bar.

No reservation.

As you already know. The bar was fucking booked.

Really, really, really booked.

She is not having it.

Pouty lip.

It’s just me.

Pouty lip.

Just one chair.

Pouty lip.

Just me.

Pouty lip.

Can I sit at that empty chair?

Pouty lip.

This goes on.

I tell her we are booked.

She will not take no for an answer.

She wants to know what the wait is.

We don’t run a wait.

Pouty lip.

She finally looks at me, says she’s going to wait and sits down in the lobby.

Fuck.

I finally get her seated around 7:30.

But of course not where she wants.

I tell her she can’t move because the reservation is coming in for The Patriots game.

20 minutes she’s canoodling with Mr Burns from the Simpson’s who was seated beside her.