I had a table tonight that consisted of two suburban couples sitting opposite each other in the booth. As you know, we have to introduce ourselves and our 'partner' on pain of death and thanks to our shit economy we actually had three poor waitresses in our section. So I go to the table and introduce myself and my other two cohorts. One of these guys snickers and says ," Ooh a menage!"
I look at him. He's giggling with the joy of his cleverness.
"Um." I say, "menage just means like, a household or a set, so technically, you guys are already 'a menage'. I think what you might be going for is a menage a trois."
He kind of explodes with laughter and exclaims, " Oh man, I just got burned by A WAITRESS! For shame!"
There's an awkward pause as I stonily stare at him. He stares back uncomprehendingly until I say, "Wow. That's actually very insulting. The implicit statement is that because I'm a waitress I'm less educated than you. I could have a phD. Maybe I just like doing this for a living because I enjoy all the stimulating conversations I get to have with people."
And I shrug and go get myself a drink while they take their five minute penalty.
To their credit they were much nicer when I returned.
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