This pampered Plaza Princess took me out for drinks to negotiate what was supposed to be an LTR. We had about four drinks (I had a few more than that because she was driving me bugshit) as I watched her treat the wait staff like they were lesser people for waiting on her. She kept referring to our waiter, whose name is Riley, as The Waiter to his face and snapping to get his attention. Riley seemed like a nice kid, introduced himself twice, wore a giant nametag that read Riley, and was highly entertaining. However, the asshole that I rode with kept reminding him that he was the waiter. “Thanks for the recommendation, waiter!” “You’re so funny, waiter!” “Could we get another round, waiter?” After the first fifteen minutes I made it into a drinking game. The Princess never picked up on it, but I like to think that Riley “The Waiter” did. After my sixth-ish drink I finally threw up on Plaza Princess’s shoes and walked home.
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