Some guy kiddy-corner from me in a cube just called a restaurant to confirm his reservation for he and his fiance this next weekend. He pre-ordered the meal they were going to have and pre-paid for it.
He explained to the staff that he didn't want any interruptions so that he and his fiance could have a special night and under no circumstance were they to upset his fiance by having anything go wrong.
His instructions were clear. As soon as they were seated, he wanted the wine immediately and the appetizer within 5 minutes. He would then like a window of 10 minutes and then the entrees. Following that he wants the staff to bring her flowers with the dessert.
I'm not sure about the occasion but holy crap can you even believe that guy? I mean, how fricken romantical can you get? The dude doesn't know I overheard him because, well, I'm in a high walled cube and he probably didn't hear that I was over here when he made the call.
That chick is gonna feel like a princess - if even for one night. Take note my internet reader male friends....That is how you do it.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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2 comments:
he's da man!
f'er is a control freak or p whipped :)
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