Aug again. I guess I'm a pig. Finishing up dinner, I was the last one still eating due to having to crack crab shells with my teeth (sorry Mom), which made progress slow, however delicious it was.
As the waiters cleaned up, all at once they brought all the leftovers to me, asking "You want?" and looking at me like they were giving food to a starving leper, with arms stretched as far as they could. If I wasn't me, I'd feel a little insulted.
But it was tasty. Now I'm overfull.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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